Lolita

LOLITA - words by Jackie Lewis

Lolita was a fancy long-legged, pink-feathered friend.

She stood tall against the skyline where the view would never end.

This is her land, she ain’t doin’ no wrong.

Birds and bats flew around her, accepting her as one of their own.

She appreciates the canyon that is now her new home.

This is her land, she ain’t doin’ no wrong.

The neighbors in the canyon were aghast to see the sight

Of a bright, pink flamingo standing out against the night.

This is their land and she’s doin’ them wrong.

So they got together to decide just what they should do.

One of them said “let’s burn it”, another “hell, let’s shoot”.

This is their land and she’s doin’ them wrong.

Shots rang out at twilight. Shots rang out at dawn.

Lolita’s feathers fell down around the well

but her sillouette stands strong!

This is her land, she ain’t doin’ no wrong.

Flamin’ Floyd came to join her, decked out as he could be

Hummingbirds dove all around his nose, sayin where’s our nectar please! -

This is our land, and you’re doin’ us wrong!

Mike looked out and took pity, he hung a feeder off Floyd’s nose,

It catches all his hay fever drip, but watch out when he blows!

This is his land, and were doin’ him wrong.