Calm, Cool and Collected

(Mike Harvey / BROKEN WING®)


Well, she baptized me - in the water…
As, the river - washed our blue jeans away.
Well, my sweet young thing - she’s gettin’ hotter…
Were skinny dippin’ - on a summer’s day.


Now I’m calm, cool, and collected…
But you mess with my Mama - you’re better off dead.
You’ll see the Grim Reaper - and the tollin’ bells…
And my - 200 pounds of rompin’ stompin’ Hell…


Well, I got a pretty lady - and a fast machine…
A section of land - and a hound dog who’s mean.
I’m on a slow river - with hills to climb…
It’s where Mother Nature courted - Father Time.


Now I’m calm, cool, and collected…
But don’t cross the line - where Angels fear to tread.
You’ll feel the wrath of Dog - and meet a hound from Hell…
His eyes - a lit fireplace where Demons dwell…


When I’m down at the Roadhouse - don’t mess with my ride…
There’s nowhere to run to - nowhere to hide.
Well, you can flee the Grim Reaper - and the tollin’ bells…
But not my 200 pounds - of rompin’ stompin’ Hell…


Now I’m calm, cool, and collected…
Always cool - with a look you can tell.
Well, I’m calm, cool, and collected…
And 200 pounds - of rompin’ stompin’ Hell.


Calm, cool, and collected – ain’t quite what you expected…
Calm, cool, and collected – just ain’t what you expected.
Calm. cool, and collected…

 

 

©2019 BROKEN WING® International (ASCAP) All Rights Reserved