Randy

1974

Long blond hair, bedroom eyes,
Innocent looking yes, but just a disguses.
Another night spent in jail; another time put up for bail.
Too many times this scene's been flashed,
Bummer times, spent in the past.
He's 19 now and fresh from the cell,
A crab-ridden place; Mexican Hell.
Depression exists and makes no sound,
As he laughs and jokes and plays around.
But through it all he's still the same,
(He may have crabs but the jail's to blame!)
His kikker boots are, gee, just dandy,
But I love him still, This is Randy.
I had the best taste in boyfriends...