An ode to Fathead
By Frank De Blase on Mar. 9th, 2007 at 8:25am 0 Comments
Burned most of a Lincoln on steamy cup o joe
Situatin' in Venu for Fathead to come and blow
The man was cool
Perched on his stool
He rapped all tiptoe quiet
But when he laid attacks
On his sax
Man he honked a riot
He poured it out for the hipster 
set and for Brother Ray
Giving way for detours so his band could shine and play
Making the scene
Seemed mighty keen
With cosmos, cocktails, and kind
And when Fathead blew
All the fine folks knew
Georgia's still on his mind
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