Uncle Tim's Bench - Seersucker Pants (Solo in New York)

King Hurricane (Solo in New York)

Call me King Hurricane

Oh, She shows the boys attention cuz she don't get none at home
The Queen of Carolina swears that she's the only one
Hot Showers and Cold Sheets are her forte
The Queen of Carolina calls me King Hurricane

Ashes to Ashes, surrounding your Trouble
Dust to Dust to the girls who dare not cuddle
Your Chicken Legs are thumpin me to the line of Ryan's Bass and
Lady Gaga singin sexy to my Poker Face

Call Me
Call Me
Call Me
Call me King Hurricane

Sometimes it's cold in Carolina
Folly Whitecaps turn to ice
Sometimes she'd rather drown in Atlantic Darkness
Sometimes she thinks Oh that's mighty nice

Sometimes it's cold in Carolina
Sometimes the sun don't wanna play
Sometimes she'd rather swaddle in Folly darkness
Sometimes I wonder why the fuck she stays

Call me
Call me
Call me
Call me King Hurricane

Coconut Curls and Everglade Eyes
Rock n Roll Heroes to try on for size
Coconut Curls and Everglade Eyes
Rock n Roll Heroes to try on for size
Coconut Curls and Everglade Eyes
Rock n Roll Heroes to try on for size
Coconut Curls and Everglade Eyes
Rock n Roll Heroes to try on for size

Coconut Curls and Everglade Eyes
Rock n Roll Heroes to try on for size
College Girls droppin out playing with fire
And a foot in the mouth of an Amber-Eyed Liar
I'm a love-up-and-leave-you specimen, right
Fresh piece of candy might stick if I bite
Don't want you over here after tonight
Cuz King Street is flooding after your flight

Call Me Call Me, Yea
Call Me Call Me, Yea
Call Me Call Me, Yea
Call me King Hurricane

I caught you red-dressing on a Greyhound with once-silver wings
Footsie flying mile-high-ing with your six strings on wooden things
Sex-hairing neighbors staring, now it's time to go
And an untrustworthy neighbor safe and sound asleep in an exit row

Got your turkey feather lost somewhere deep in a Fox's fire
And your pheasant feather wrapped tight in a copper wire
Your copper wire linking the beads of the Star of the Sea
And a bumpkin bitch liar with a hold over me

Call me
Call me
Call me
Call me King Hurricane

Loopin the loop around ol' Jupiter's hoops
It's last call on Market Street, Lord, summon the troops
Put on a little tapdance diverting from the truth
You could be my Alli Cat, I could be your oops

Call Me Call Me, Yea
Call Me Call Me, Yea
Call Me Call Me, Yea
Call me King Hurricane

Oh, She shows the boys attention cuz she don't get none at home
The Queen of Carolina swears that she's the only one
Hot Showers and Cold Sheets are her forte
Yea, the Queen of Carolina calls me King Hurricane

Credits
Writer(s): Tim Falvey
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