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I was playing this festival just off Commercial Drive
The house was packed and I was making people laugh
I was the first act âcuz nobody knows my name
And when my set was done, I went outside
To get some air and Ridley Bent was standing there and he said to me
âGreat set, Kate. I think your words are sweet.â
I smiled and mumbled something like âthanksâ and then my knees went weak
And my cheeks went pink and I couldnât think of
Anything else to say
Chorus:
Iâd go straight for Ridley Bent
Heâs bloody brilliant
He ainât bad looking too
Heâs a guitar magician
Heâs a hot damn musician
He makes me want to tack a gun rack
Up in the back of my
Subaru
Then, Ridley steps up in front of the crowd
And he wowed them and the applause was loud
Heâs spins tales on his ax that puts Hunter S. Thompson to shame
Heâs a small town dude with big city attitude
He does this whole slick hick-hop trip
And I dig it, daddy-o,
Talk about hick, I grew up in the sticks
So, Ridley and me, weâd make a good mix
Iâd go on a bender with the guy and play guitar licks all night long
Iâd slug back Prairie Fires under a Tequila Sunrise with him
âCuz he brings out the alcoholic, acid-popping, rebel in me
See, me and Ridley, we was meant to be
Chorus:
Iâd go straight for Ridley Bent
He ainât bad looking too
Heâs bloody brilliant
Heâs a guitar magician
Heâs a hot damn musician
He makes me want to tack a gun rack
Up in the back of my
Subaru
Ridley makes me miss my good, olâ bad days
Drinking beer with the boys in a fatty haze
Smoking butts and cussing like a trucker
Motherfucker
And when I listen to him sing so sweetly
Iâm amazed at how he can string together those words so neatly
And I wish I didnât quit heterosexuality
Chorus:
Iâd go straight for Ridley Bent
Heâs bloody brilliant
He ainât bad looking too
Heâs a guitar magician
Heâs a hot damn musician
He makes me want to tack a gun rack
Up in the back of my
Subaru
So, Ridley, Iâm kinda confused
Cuz even though I like your music, Iâm not straight
Iâm a singer-songwritinâ dyke with a microphone
And youâre a gee-tar slinging demon
And you probably got yourself lots of beautiful, straight women
And youâre a looker but Iâm a little too crooked for you
So letâs just pick up a 12 pack of bottles
Throw an old pick-up into full throttle
Kick back, shoot the shit and just laugh
Chorus:
Iâm not straight, Ridley Bent
But youâre bloody brilliant
And you ainât bad looking too
Youâre a guitar magician
Youâre a hot damn musician
You make me want to tack a gun rack
Up in the back of my
Subaru
- Álbum:
- Tribute to Pink
- Sentimental Mood