I'm Gonna Hire a Wino

I have this crazy Idiosyncrasy that has been a companion of mine since birth. It is the random visit of a song long gone that just comes to roost in my brain. It just happens and when it does it plays over and over again like a song on a hula hoop. And not just any song but nutty songs like "Just a Gigalo". When this happens the song simply will not go away until it wants to. Sometimes I even find myself unknowingly humming or singing along. Well this past 2 weeks another song has randomly made its way into my mind and it is a real loo loo, the David Frizzell hit, "I'm Gonna Hire a Wino". For folks who are not into C & W or are younger folks this is probably one that you have never heard of or quite frankly could care less about. Regardless, it is back at number 1 in ol' Ron's head and it will go one day without any notice to be replaced by another wacky tune. Does this happen to any one other than myself? If so, care to share your most recent "head tune"? For those that care or are curious, below are the lyrics to "I'm Gonna Hire a Wino". I came crawling home last night, like many nights before: I finally made it to my feet as she opened up the door. And she said, "You're not gonna do this anymore." She said: "I'm gonna' hire a wino to decorate our home, "So you'll feel more at ease here, and you won't have to roam. "We'll take out the dining room table, and put a bar along that wall. "And a neon sign, to point the way, to our bathroom down the hall." She said: "Just bring your Friday paycheck, and I'll cash them all right here. "And I'll keep on tap - for all your friends, their favorite kinds of beer. "And for you, I'll always keep in stock, those soft aluminum cans. "And when you're feeling macho, you can crush them like a man." She said: "We'll rip out all the carpet, and put sawdust on the floor. "Serve hard boiled eggs and pretzels, and I won't cook no more. "There'll be Monday night football, on T.V. above the bar. "And a pay phone in the hallway, when your friends can't find their car." She said: "I'm gonna' hire a wino to decorate our home, "So you'll feel more at ease here, and you won't have to roam. "We'll take out the dining room table, and put a bar along that wall. "And a neon sign, to point the way, to our bathroom down the hall." She said: "You'll get friendly service, and for added atmosphere. "I'll slip on something sexy, and I'll cut it clear to here. "Then you can slap my bottom, every time you tell a joke. "Just as long as you keep tipping, well, I'll laugh until you're broke." She said: "Instead of family quarrels, we'll have a bar-room brawl, "When the Ham's bear say's its closing time, you won't have far to crawl. "And when you run out of money, you'll have me to thank. "You can sleep it off next morning, when I'm putting it in the bank." She said: "I'm gonna' hire a wino, to decorate our home, "So you can feel more at ease here, and you won't have to roam. "When you and your friends get off from work, and have a powerful thirst. "There won't be any reason, why you can't stop off here first." She said: "I'm gonna' hire a wino to decorate our home, "So you'll feel more at ease here, and you won't have to roam. "We'll take out the dining room table, and put a bar along that wall. "And a neon sign, to point the way, to our bathroom down the hall." Hugz, Ron

are you asking me for some HELP Well since she put me down I've been out doin' in my head I come in late at night and in the mornin' I just lay in bed Well, Rhonda you look so fine (look so fine) And I know it wouldn't take much time For you to help me Rhonda Help me get her out of my heart Help me Rhonda Help, help me Rhonda Help me Rhonda Help, help me Rhonda Help me Rhonda Help, help me Rhonda Help me Rhonda Help, help me Rhonda Help me Rhonda Help, help me Rhonda Help me Rhonda Help, help me Rhonda Help me Rhonda yeah Get her out of my heart She was gonna be my wife And I was gonna be her man (Oh Rhonda) But she let another guy come between us And it shattered our plans (Oh Rhonda) Well, Rhonda you caught my eye (caught my eye) And I can give you lotsa reasons why You gotta help me Rhonda Help me get her out of my heart Help me Rhonda Help, help me Rhonda Help me Rhonda Help, help me Rhonda Help me Rhonda Help, help me Rhonda Help me Rhonda Help, help me Rhonda Help me Rhonda Help, help me Rhonda Help me Rhonda Help, help me Rhonda Help me Rhonda yeah Get her out of my heart Help me Rhonda Help, help me Rhonda Help me Rhonda Help, help me Rhonda Help me Rhonda Help, help me Rhonda Help me Rhonda Help, help me Rhonda Help me Rhonda Help, help me Rhonda Help me Rhonda Help, help me Rhonda Help me Rhonda yeah Get her out of my heart Rhonda

Hmmmmm, I always thought that was "Help me Ron-da, Help me Ron-da" I do the rumba to the Rhondie song. Boogie Dad, Boogie Dad! Another one bites the dust! Oh no, that is another diddy isn't it? Ron-da,

Hey Rhonda, Isn't it funny when someone hears your name and they bring up that song as if they were the first person who ever thought of it? If I had a penny for everytime someone brought this song up to me I would be one rich lady!! Rhonda from Cincy

yeah.. and you have to act like it's the funniest thing anyone has ever said to ya..

I do that too....though usually for me it's a song I've heard and I don't know all the words. So the melody will run through my mind over and over again until I look up the words online. Then I forget the words to the song almost instantly and have to look them up again a week later when the same thing happens again!

Yeah, I usually make up my own lyrics and put in a lot of doo-wah(s) and hoo-wah(s) to fill in the gaps...

TOTALLY. some times for absolutely no reason a song i haven't heard in years comes into my head. lately it's been Gimme Gimme Shock Treatment but that's cause we put a bark collar on our doggie and i feel so bad about her being shocked. the other day it was Sam with the Showing Scalp Flat Top. for no reason, i haven't heard it in years. Sam with the showing scalp flat top, Particular about the point it made. (I got it . . . ) Why, when I was knee-high to a grasshopper, This black juice came out on a hard shelled chin. And they called that 'tobacco juice'. I used to fiddle with my back feet music for a black onyx. My entire room absorbed every echo. The music was . . . thud like. The music was . . . thud like. I usually played such things as rough-neck and thug. Opaque melodies that would bug most people. Music from the other side of the fence. A black swan figurine lay on all color lily pads. On a little conglomeration table of pressed black felt. With same color shadows, in seamed knobbed knees, and what-nots. The long hallway rolled out into oddball odd. Beside the fly-pecked black doorway, That looked closed on the tar-lattice street. Up a wrought iron fire escape. Rolled out a tiny wooden platform with dark, hard, dark rubber wheels. Roll, skreek! Roll, skreek! Roll, skreek! Sam with the showing scalp flat top, Particular about the point it made. Sam was a BASKET CASE! A hardened dark ivory clip held . . . saleable everyday pencils. I wish I had a pair 'o bongos! Bongo Fury! Bongo Fury! Oowwwww! Bongo Fury! (Boogie!) Bongo Fury! Bongo Fury . . . Bongo Fury . . .