Song 15!
“Fuzzy and Gumdrop”
Today’s song comes from “ChotiDeb” (I’m guessing Deb is your name?) Who asked for a song with the phrase “Fuzzy Gumdrop.” Not sure why, but in my brain this led to a story about 2 people on the drive over to rob a bank. And they call each other “Fuzzy” and “Gumdrop” as aliases. No idea why. Add in a strange percussion loop and 80’s synth sound, and voila…
Lyrics:
Fuzzy and Gumdrop
Take this first left past the broken fence and the cypress tree
I’ll adjust your mask so it fits snug and you still can see
Oooh- nothing good is gonna come from this
Oooh- nothing good is gonna come from this
Got a bag and a note and a loaded gun I’m about to cock it
Thinking back to the sofa- a stroke of dumb in a plan concocted
Oooh- nothing good is gonna come from this
Oooh- nothing good is gonna come from this
You’re not worried cause they’re all strangers to us-
so they won’t make a fuss
You call me “Fuzzy,” I’ll call you “Gumdrop”
Then they won’t ever know who we are
Pull it up to the curb and leave it there with the engine on
Get the blood rushing first with a few quick spins of a favorite song
Oooh- nothing good is gonna come from this
Oooh- nothing good is gonna come from this
You’re not worried cause they’re all strangers to us-
so they won’t make a fuss
You call me “Fuzzy,” I’ll call you “Gumdrop”
Then they won’t ever know who we are
In an hour we’ll be back at home or dead or in custody
And somehow we both lack a sense of dread, feeling so carefree
Oooh- nothing good is gonna come from this
Oooh- nothing good is gonna come from this
You’re not worried cause they’re all strangers to us-
so they won’t make a fuss
You call me “Fuzzy,” I’ll call you “Gumdrop”
Then they won’t ever know who we are
