33 Shots at Louis

I used to believe that you had my back
But now I can see that you’re nothing but a two-bit, no good quack
I’ve got no further business with you, Louis

We caught you grinning while singing the blues
Hand constantly out above open-toed sandal shoes
Why couldn’t you just walk more block –
In your dreadlocks and bloody socks – to an inn?

We heard you bitchin’ that night at the ball
Lips stiff yet bent and uptight in the dancing hall
Why couldn’t you just sit this one out?
You’ve done enough damage to your kin!

We saw you shakin’ it out at the bar
So stoned that you couldn’t recite who your children are
How could you now bathe in such shame?
Was all that moral rabble just your game?

So stay away from my back yard
If the summer’s too humid for you or you’ve lost playing your last card
I can’t pick a winner for you, I’ve got my own live to live
Get out on your own!

Composition © 2006 Ric Albano
Publication © 2007, 2009, 2011 Cygnus Wave Music

Performers
Ric Albano
Electric Piano, Bass Guitar, Vocals
Erik Trabert
Electric Guitars
Ron Simasek
Drums

Listener Guide
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Analysis: Almost the reciprical of the deep and emotional 33 Flames for Mary, this ia an upbeat, fun and frivolous song. It is one the few to feature a piano lead by Ric Albano, which trades riffs with the fantastic guitar work of Erik Trabert.

Song Trivia
This song was originally a pure instrumental titled “I Kicked a Dog”.