Lootin' In The Mornin', Lootin' In The Evenin', Lootin' At Suppertime
Philip Melancon
Lyrics
Loot ... We shoot!
Lootin' in the mornin'
Lootin' in the evenin'
Lootin' at suppertime
Guilt free lootin' in the city,
Get drunk and fed
You'll sleep fine
Drove by a fork lift to Rite Aid
Parked it right in the front door
Everybody's drawing in the big sale
Prices never seen before
Liquor carried out by the armed folks
Take some home, come back for more
Grab yourself a bag of photos,
There's no TV
You might get bored
Lootin' in the mornin'
Lootin' in the evenin'
Lootin' at suppertime
Guilt free lootin' in the city,
Get drunk and fed
You'll sleep fine
I peddled my bicycle to Whole Foods
Rode it up and down the aisle
Tossed tofu, persimmons in my basket
Don't forget the singers? deep? bottle of wine
Prices are finally friendly
Driving yuppies to misdeeds
'Til the manager posted a note on the door,
"Closed, Steve."
Lootin' in the mornin'
Lootin' in the evenin'
Lootin' at suppertime
Guilt free lootin' in the city,
Get drunk and fed
You'll sleep fine
Our mayor's commandeered a bicycle
Phill, a cable from Cox
Jay commandeered a truck
Tremaine, an RTA bus
Marie commandeered a shopping cart
Robert commandeered a jeep
Boudreaux commandeered a pirogue
Then he tipped it on a neighbor's chimney
Lootin' in the mornin'
Lootin' in the evenin'
Lootin' at suppertime
Guilt free lootin' in the city,
Get drunk and fed
You'll sleep fine
Lootin' in the mornin'
Lootin' in the evenin'
Lootin' at suppertime
Guilt free lootin' in the city,
Get drunk and fed
And you'll sleep fine
Lootin' in the mornin'
Lootin' in the evenin'
Lootin' at suppertime
Guilt free lootin' in the city,
Get drunk and fed....
You'll sleep fine!