You Are Killing Me

You Are Killing Me
© Surazeus
2015 06 25

Back long ago in nineteen sixty nine
when I came home from crazy Vietnam
I won lots of money in boxing rings
so I headed west to star in the movies,
dreaming of mansions and Brigitte Bardot,
flying to heaven on clouds of big dreams.
Tina, O Tina, you are killing me.

I was racing my gleaming Mustang fast
on lone desert highway of golden sand
from lush Virginia to dusty Nevada
when I saw a cute long-legged blonde girl
in a skin-tight tee-shirt and cut-off jeans
so I stopped and offered a ride to heaven.
Tina, O Tina, you are killing me.

I was racing my shiny Mustang swift
with a cute giggling blonde girl by my side,
dreaming of romance and dancing all night,
lost in the sparkle of her charming eyes,
wind in our hair and love on her red lips,
gliding to heaven on wings of desire.
Tina, O Tina, you are killing me.

We lounged by a pool, drinking frosty beer,
in a private posh Las Vegas hotel,
making love all night by golden moonlight,
talking about marriage and a new home,
planning three children who will attend college,
but I woke at dawn and my bride was gone.
Tina, O Tina, you are killing me.

My heart is broken, my money is gone,
and my Mustang is a ghost in the wind,
and now I am trudging in worn-out shoes
on lone desert highway of golden sand
from hot Nevada to wild San Francisco
to dance with hippies by the shining sea.
Tina, O Tina, you are killing me.