“I’d like to dedicate this song to a duck, but I don’t know if that’s legal in this state. He saved my life. I guess you kinda had to be there, but I’m kinda glad you weren’t.”
– Typical introduction at live gigs
I’m Sorry ’bout the arms race.
You can blame me for the cold war.
Guys like me and Mo Qaddafi,
Are quite more than you should stand for.
Sorry ’bout that Mideast thing,
And the way I treat the dirt poor.
But I’ll never ‘pologize for lovin’ you.
Where Blackhawk met his Waterloo,
One day I met you crossing Pinckney.
And with untold gall I told you,
That in your eyes I saw beauty.
I’m sorry you were sorry,
I just felt it was my duty.
But I’ll never ‘pologize for lovin’ you.
So now I wander your streets searching,
For some soul who’s sympathetic.
To a man who’s in a sorry state,
Borders on pathetic.
It may well be there is no love,
For one so apologetic.
But I’ll never ‘pologize for lovin’ you.
Lovin’ you.
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