Lash Larue

I’m thinking about a long time ago
I got my big thrill just watching the show
Saturday morning me and big Lou
Would catch the matinee and watch Lash LaRue
Uh whoop up on them bad folks like you

But old Lash he faded just like on the screen
The best damn cowboy my money had ever seen
He never kissed ladies or played them guitars
But when he cracked his whip he sent my head to the stars
And whooped up on them bad folks like you

(Chorus)
Lash LaRue he gonna’ pop all them fools in time
Lash LaRue he gonna’ pop all them fools in time

I made me a whip, a cape and a hat
The Yankees were winning but I didn’t have a bat
The faucets were leaking, the streets were blood red
But Lash LaRue was in my room and tucked me in bed
And whooped up on all them bad folks like you

(Repeat Chorus – Synth Solo))

Well, twenty years later things ain’t so kind
Wherever he go, just two steps behind
Some of us remember that some of us cried
When Lash LaRue would lash some ass and take him some hide
And whoop up on them bad folks like you
And Lash LaRue, like you, Lash LaRue, like you, Lash LaRue, like you