Ultra Violet grabs Lil Johnson between the legs and he changes his name to Big Johnson. She latches onto Neutrino’s balls and BINGO!
“Huh… will you marry me?” asks Neutrino.
An Asian waitress goes walking by.
“Hey Ding Dong… I could use another drink.”
“I’m not Ding Dong.”
“Huh?”
“Ding Dong is my sister. My name is Ping Pong. What would you like?”
“Oh… well… my friends are still working on their drinks, but I’ll have a Jack Spaniels with a bare back and some fire crackers and onion dip.”
“All we have is liver pâté.”
“Yuk… then forget about the unappetizer.”
Ping Pong goes to the bar and places her order with the African’t American’t bartender whose name is Neil Bohring and meanwhile Howard Cotohell speaks into the microphone.
“Ladies and genitalmen… all the way from Hollyquark, Califormula… please welcome the Stolen Ashtrays!”
The pyrotechnics crew unleashes a spectacular display of controlled explosions. Jets of flames rise up from either side of the stage; plumes of white smoke fill the air; high velocity fans blow over huge blocks of dry ice spreading a blanket of fog across the floor and computerized lasers create a dazzling light show. The Stolen Ashtrays come in through the emergency doors on the opposite end of the room, and their unusual sociable entrance creates a mystique of its own. They shake hands and say hello to everyone they pass and after they jump onto the stage they stand in front of four separate microphones and sing a cappella.
“If you wanna catch someone Electron is your man.
If he can’t get ‘em, there’s no one else who can.
He’s got the Quark County Blues. (doo wap, doo waa)
He’s got the Quark County Blues. (doo wap, doo waa)
Gravity, Space and Time are wearin’ out his shoes.
He’s got the Quark County Blues. (doo wap, doo waa)
Everybody’s grinnin’ ‘n lookin’ for romance.
Disco balls are spinnin’ but nobody can dance.
They got the Quark County Blues. (doo wap, doo waa)
They got the Quark County Blues. (doo wap, doo waa)
Everyone’s drinkin’ and Photon’s runnin’ outa booze.
They got the Quark County Blues. (doo wap, doo waa)
If you’re feelin ill, temperature’s risin’ hot
Doctor Imfine will cure what ever it is you got.
You got the Quark County Blues. (doo wap, doo waa)
You got the Quark County Blues. (doo wap, doo waa)
You got no one to blame and nothin to loose,
You got the Quark County Blues. (doo wap, doo waa)
You got the Quark County Blues. (doo wap, doo waa…)
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charles locke and the Keys / Blog
The Quark County Blues
Ultra Violet grabs Lil Johnson between the legs and he changes his name to Big Johnson. She latches onto Neutrino’s balls and BINGO! “Huh… will you marry me?” asks Neutrino. An Asian waitress goes walking by. “Hey Ding Dong… I could use another drink.” “I’m not Ding Dong.” “Huh?” “Ding Dong is my sister. My name is Ping Pong. What would you like?” “Oh… well… my friends are still working on their drinks, but I’ll have a Jack Spaniels with a bare back and some fire crackers and onion dip.” “All we have is liver pâté.” “Yuk… then forget about the unappetizer.” Ping Pong goes to the bar and places her order with the African’t American’t bartender whose name is Neil Bohring and meanwhile Howard Cotohell speaks into the microphone. “Ladies and genitalmen… all the way from Hollyquark, Califormula… please welcome the Stolen Ashtrays!” The pyrotechnics crew unleashes a spectacular display of controlled explosions. Jets of flames rise up from either side of the stage; plumes of white smoke fill the air; high velocity fans blow over huge blocks of dry ice spreading a blanket of fog across the floor and computerized lasers create a dazzling light show. The Stolen Ashtrays come in through the emergency doors on the opposite end of the room, and their unusual sociable entrance creates a mystique of its own. They shake hands and say hello to everyone they pass and after they jump onto the stage they stand in front of four separate microphones and sing a cappella.
“If you wanna catch someone Electron is your man. If he can’t get ‘em, there’s no one else who can. He’s got the Quark County Blues. (doo wap, doo waa) He’s got the Quark County Blues. (doo wap, doo waa) Gravity, Space and Time are wearin’ out his shoes. He’s got the Quark County Blues. (doo wap, doo waa)
Everybody’s grinnin’ ‘n lookin’ for romance. Disco balls are spinnin’ but nobody can dance. They got the Quark County Blues. (doo wap, doo waa) They got the Quark County Blues. (doo wap, doo waa) Everyone’s drinkin’ and Photon’s runnin’ outa booze. They got the Quark County Blues. (doo wap, doo waa)
If you’re feelin ill, temperature’s risin’ hot Doctor Imfine will cure what ever it is you got. You got the Quark County Blues. (doo wap, doo waa) You got the Quark County Blues. (doo wap, doo waa) You got no one to blame and nothin to loose, You got the Quark County Blues. (doo wap, doo waa) You got the Quark County Blues. (doo wap, doo waa…)
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