From: Covenant@yabbs
To: all@yabbs
Subject: Pretty Good
Date: Sun Jul  3 01:45:06 1994
figured i'd better end my song quoting on a lighter note  :)


I got a friend in Fremont
And he sells used cars, you know
When he calls me up
Twice a year
Just to ask me how'd it go
Pretty good
Not bad
I can't complain
But actually everything is 
just about the same

I met a girl from Venus
And her insides were made of gold
Well, she did what she did
And said "How was it kid?"
And she was politely told
Pretty good
Not bad
I can't complain
But actually, everything is
just about the same

Moonlight makes me dizzy
Sunlight makes me clean
Your light is the sweetest thing
That this boy's ever seen

Molly went to Arkansas
And got raped by Dobbin's dog
Well she was doing good
Till she went in the woods
And got pinned up against a log
Pretty good
Not bad
She can't complain
'Cause actually all them dogs are
just about the same

Moonlight makes me dizzy 
Sunlight makes me clean
Your light is the sweetest thing
That this boy's ever seen

I heard Allah and Buddah
Were singing at the Savior's feast
And up in the sky
An Arabian rabbi
Fed Quaker Oats to a priest
Pretty good
Not bad
They can't complain
'Cause actually, all them Gods are
just about the same



Pretty Good -- John Prine