The Joker

May 15, 2001

Some people call meâ€¦ the "space cowboy." Some call me the "gangster of love." Some people call me "Maurice"â€”wahnt wahâ€”because I speak of the pompatus of love.

People talk about me, babyâ€”say I'm doing you wrong. "Doing you wrong"! Well, don't you worry, baby, don't worry. 'Cause I'm right here; right here, right here at home.

'Cause I'm a picker. I'm a grinner. I'm a loverâ€”and I'm a sinner. I play my music in the sun. I'm a joker, I'm a smoker; I'm a midnight-toker. I get my lovin' on the run.

You're the cutest thing I ever did see.

I really love your peaches; wanna shake your tree.

Lovey-dovey. Lovey-dovey. Lovey-dovey all the time. Ooo-wee, baby, I sure show you a good time.

'Cause I'm a picker. I'm a grinner. I'm a loverâ€”and I'm a sinner. I play my music in the sun. I'm a joker, I'm a smoker; I'm a midnight-toker. I sure don't want to hurt no one.

People keep talking about me baby: Say I'm doing you wrong. But don't you worry, don't worry, no don't worry, momma. 'Cause I'm right here at home.

Editor's Note: As you may have guessed, Rok Finger had an embarrassing incident with a stage magician over the weekend and has assumed the new identity of Steve Miller of the Steve Miller Band; hopefully temporarily. With luck, Rok's regular identity and column will be restored next time.

Quote of the Day

“Na-na-na-na-ne-neh-neh-na-neh-neh-neh-neh-va-va-va-va-va-neh-na-neh-neh-va-va-va-va-va-va-va-neh-va-neh-ma-ma-ma-ma-ma-ma-maâ€”nevermind.”

-Stutterin' Tom Tulane

Fortune 500 Cookie

Eight is enough: time to face the fact that you're wearing too many cock rings. Try watching where you vomit this week: it never hurts to make a nice first impression. It says here that once word gets out you ate all those locusts, you'll be beloved in Kansas, and unwelcome everywhere else. This week's lucky germs: floor-funk, spazzolycene3, urinalia-hangaroundicus, wheat, Pat Smear.

Try again later.

Top 5 Ways for a Fantatic to Honor Favorite Musician

1.	Break into house; masturbate in the bathtub.
2.	Nothing says "I love you" like your name in scar tissue
3.	Dress like Hootie. Talk like Hootie. Be Hootie.
4.	What the fuckâ€”kill him so he can never make any more wonderful music.
5.	Talk loudly at parties about how much better his early work was.

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