Mojo Nixon and Skid Roper, Bo-Day-Shus!!! (1987)
Wednesday, January 09, 2008
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"He's in Joan Rivers.... but he's trying to get out!"
This song was on the jukebox of the Gingerman, the watering hole that was my spot from the mid eighties to the early nineties. It got played again and again, to the point that the bartenders begged the jukebox guy to take it off. He wouldn't because it got so many plays. When he did finally take it off, they smashed it and nailed it to the wall.
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