I was sittin’ by myself in a dusty little bar,
Halfway ‘tween the jukebox and my broke-down car.
A 20-something brunette was a drinkin’ all alone
When in walked Blondie and my flesh turned to bone.
Blondie was a looker, dressed up real fine;
Brownie wore glasses, was about twenty-nine.
Blondie’d been around the block a time or two;
Brownie wore a heart-shaped red tattoo.
Here I was a settin’ all confused upon a fence-
Should I choose enthusiasm or ex-peer-ee-ence?
My eyes wandered over Blondie's long blond hair,
I held her eyes a second and rose to go over there.
About forty-five, I thought. Blondie held my gaze,
When Brownie called out, “Bring another down my way!”
The barkeep pulled a beer deep into that glass.
She stretched out to reach it. I could see she had some sass.
The barkeep walked away from Brownie, a swagger in his behind.
She winked at me and gave a look that said she wouldn’t mind.
Now here I was a settin’ all confused upon the fence-
Should I choose enthusiasm or ex-peer-ee-ence?
Blondie had experience as any man could tell,
Her curves promised every man she could truly ring his bell.
Brownie had enthusiasm as any man could see,
A giggle and a jiggle but no repartee.
The barkeep was gray-haired ‘n’ I was thirty-eight,
I was looking pretty good and he was looking great.
Blondie called out Brownie, “Hey, I don’t mean no offense,
Would you prefer enthusiasm or some ex-peer-ee-ence?
Now here I was a settin’ all confused upon that fence-
Which one would choose enthusiasm and which ex-peer-ee-ence?