(Bobby Fuller’s Drinking) Gasolene

The sun is shining, the days are long,
Singing a Sonny Curtis song,
The girls got bikinis, Nancy’s got boots,
The boy from EI Paso’s gone back to his roots.

The car’s on the driveway, a life is spent,
LAPD says an accident, .
Tears in the eyes of a teenbeat queen,
Bobby Fuller’s drinking gasoline.

Down at PJ’s the dance is done,
Melody’s hiding away from the sun,
Charlie, Charlie did you chance,
To hear the band play “Let her dance”.

Frankie do you think you could,
Have cursed the boy misunderstood,
One night talking, boozing late,
With a known associate.

Brother brother there’s no joke,
Can’t play the songs with your finger broke,
Del-fi, hi-fi it’s obscene,
Bobby Fuller’s drinking gasoline.

Underneath the Burbank sky,
Why did Bobby have to die?
Bruised and battered limb from limb,
The law sure didn’t fight for him.

Brother, brother there’s no joke,
Can’t play the songs with your finger broke,
Del-fi, hi-fi it’s obscene,
Bobby Fuller’s drinking gasoline.

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