Crimson Strawberry/Patchouli Room

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Pamme Swan
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Story

This is the story.

Lyrics

 (This one’s for you Tommy Fowler)

Tired of stacking the store shelves and being a bag boy on the run

Sick of counting coupons and being a grocer’s son

Tommy took a ride in his mustang fourteen miles to the north

To the town with the college and students and professors hiking back and forth

He parked his car on a two way street that reeked of vomit and stale beer

And he saw an angel in a store front window, his passion now perfectly clear

Tye-dye, incense, beads and a fairy

Bongs and hookahs in the Crimson Strawberry

Tommy hit up his old man to co-sign on a loan

He said “Trust me on this one dad” and set out on his own

He bumped into a real hot girl an’ he gave her some fruit

They poured through the catalogs there was no Internet and they ordered some real cool loot.

A logo was needed, and the hot girl looked good in red

With a strawberry in her mouth, sitting on Tommy’s bed

Tye-dye, incense, beads and a fairy

Bongs and hookahs in the Crimson Strawberry

Tommy hired a photographer who got a real awesome shot

Posters went up everywhere and eating strawberries was hot

Well her name was Denise who lived out in Lebanon in a trailer

With a brother and her mother and her sisters and some others and a backwoods hippy sailor

She made it through high school and ended up down south

So much for the real hot girl with the strawberry in her mouth

Tye-dye, incense, beads and a fairy

Bongs and hookahs in the Crimson Strawberry

Well Tommy’s store opened up when the college rang the bell

And the street of beer and vomit soon had a sweet exotic smell

Everybody was smoking everyone was getting high

And the government was stupid, an’ people were sick and tired sick and tired of asking why

So from Syracuse to B-Town and as far as South Pharsalia

People went on shopping spree’s to buy Tommy’s paraphernalia

Tie-dye, incense, beads and a fairy

Bongs and hookahs in the Crimson Strawberry

He sold T-shirts and hippy skirts, Jesus sneakers and rings

Posters and papers and many other needed things

He hired an employee so he could hang out in the bar

Or play frisbee in the street with his dog, or pick up chics and take them cruisin’ in his car

Yeah you could shop with a basket the store was too small for a cart

And we all had blown bong vases and told our mothers it was art

Tie-dye, incense, beads and a fairy

Bongs and hookahs in the Crimson Strawberry

Now many years have passed through this quaint little college town

Tommy got bored sold out he was sick of hanging around

So he went to Colorado and became an snow ski bum

And married a nice Jewish girl because Tommy isn’t dumb

Still the students pass by and the store changes again and again

It’s a computer shop right now but I remember when

When it was Tie-dye, incense, beads and a fairy

A hot girl dressed in red with a crimson strawberry

( Denise, where you is ? )

(…and I thank you Tommy Fowler)

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