Should've Seen the Red Flag

[couchgrouch]

Should've Seen the Red FlagWell, we slipped into TJ, one night to live it upme n Brad saw strippers, wearin' bras with three cupsshoulda gone back right then, to where we came frombut Brad bought bootleg Cuervo, and dared me to drink somemy eyes went blurry and my face went blankI swear the worm at the bottom, had a rattle and fangsit was two days and nights, 'fore it all was clearhangin' from the ceiling fan, was a strange brasseireshoulda seen the red flagturned him down and went backthe warnings were all therenow I still get nightmarescrazy n weird, fulla sweat n fearcos my poor mind zigs n zagsbut the fault is mine, I missed all the signsshould've seen the red flagwell, the fair was setting up, so Brad asked Betty Sueshe'd go if he found a date, for her cousin, tooshoulda saved myself, but Brad paid me twenty bucksshe was a big-boned gal, who strained my Chevy's strutswell, we rode the ferris wheel, after she had chili fringsshe almost popped a rivet, off her Levi jeansstanding on her porch that night, I was scared n stunnedtried to peck her goodnight, when she slipped me the tongueshoulda seen the red flagturned him down and went backthe warnings were all therenow I still get nightmarescrazy n weird, fulla sweat n fearcos my poor mind zigs n zagsbut the fault is mine, I missed all the signsshould've seen the red flagbut I can't blame ol' Bradfor all the crazy times I hadcos I found an old albumof Crosby, Stills and Nashdeep inside was where I used to hidemy teenage stashnow the only thang missin'was my metal shop bongtwo or three tolks of that outlaw smokechanged us into Cheech n Chonghe shoulda seen the red flagturned me down and went backthe warnings were all therenow he still gets nightmarescrazy n weird, fulla sweat n fearcos his poor mind zigs n zagssays the fault is mine, I missed all the signsshould've seen the red flag(c)2007 Robert George