Mexi-Americana Rockabilly Dream-coats

I’m a rocker, I’m a roller, I’m a hopeful thrift store stroller

Finding threads, strumming strings, writing songs, working on dreams

I want people to stare at strange things I might wear

Green dots and hula girls on a buttoned jacket

Western tie, red hair dye and ripped jeans is my racket

Two tone shoes with pink laces and sea foam green guitar cases

Mix it up, feel free, be square, be rare

You are what you are, and who should care?

At last night’s show I jumped on stage like a bat from a cave

The black and blue argyle suit had the cats jump and rave

Jumping Joe grooved in slow, and he looked like I don’t know—

A grunge vampire with silver chains and purple leather of a hazy shade

Dolly Shay had her red skeleton dress tailor made

And it made electric concertos in my mind start to play

My friends, my family, and myself just dandy

Colorful, strange, and exciting like candy

It’s who we are, through the music and the melody of this life

It’s what we like in this mixed painting of joy and strife

Just remember when push may come to shove

Surround yourself with who you are and what you love