Blaze Foley
Blaze Foley
Blaze Foley
Blaze Foley
Blaze Foley
Blaze Foley
Blaze Foley
Blaze Foley
Blaze Foley
Blaze Foley
Blaze Foley
Blaze Foley
Blaze Foley
Blaze Foley
Blaze Foley
Blaze Foley
Well, lock your door lady or I’ll jump in your car
I know you know how nasty we are
Poke out your eyeballs and make you a scar
Make you have to walk real far
Mess up your hairdo and sit on your face
Scatter your makeup all over the place
Take all your money and kidnap your kids
Take all your money and buy me some lids
Then I’ll call up your husband and tell him you’re dead
Take out your tonsils and make you give head
Let out the air out of all of your tires
Take out your molars with needle-nose pliers
Make you do everything you don’t want to do
Buy me some earthworms and smear them on you
Put your fat head in a rusty old vice
Yeah, wouldn’t that be nice
Wouldn’t That Be Nice was written by Blaze Foley.
Introducing his version of the song, Townes Va Zandt explained,
Well uh, Blaze told me this song was about, uh, people who were afraid of someone for no reason. And, uh, he apparently wrote it in a parking lot of a grocery store.