Lola's Salon

well the Can-Can would go with the champagne

(giggling...)

Let's break open some champagne then, and celebrate! I feel like singing & dancing tonight...

I feel like forty miles of bad road, an my roach just went out . . . anybody got a light . . . here, horsey boy, lemme borrow that zippo . . .

Yes, Withers, it's me--"Viz."

(Breezing into the sitting room)...Hello, everyone! I just returned from the salon...you know, the other one. I thought it was time for a makeover. Spring and all, you know...

It's a double thrust industrial flame Zippo, cover your eyebrows

WHOA MY GOD . . . MY MOUSTACHE ! ! !

Can't believe we've gotten this far without someone breaking out the Steppenwolf...

Get your motor runnin'
Head out on the highway
Lookin' for adventure
And whatever comes our way
Yeah Darlin' go make it happen
Take the world in a love embrace
Fire all of your guns at once
And explode into space

I like smoke and lightning
Heavy metal thunder
Racin' with the wind
And the feelin' that I'm under
Yeah Darlin' go make it happen
Take the world in a love embrace
Fire all of your guns at once
And explode into space

Like a true nature's child
We were born, born to be wild
We can climb so high
I never wanna die

Born to be wild
Born to be wild

No, no, no, not the Can-Can. That's for ladies only. I want something where the gentlemen can twirl me around until I get dizzy...

Quick, throw some champagne on Setanta and put out his moustache!

do you wanna go twirlin clock wise or counter clockwise

Depends. Northern hemisphere or southern?

he shouldn't try lightin those little cigarettes. you gotta get marlboro 1000s

I ain't gonna work on Maggie's farm no more.
No, I ain't gonna work on Maggie's farm no more.
Well, I wake in the morning,
Fold my hands and pray for rain.
I got a head full of ideas
That are drivin' me insane.
It's a shame the way she makes me scrub the floor.
I ain't gonna work on Maggie's farm no more.

I ain't gonna work for Maggie's brother no more.
No, I ain't gonna work for Maggie's brother no more.
Well, he hands you a nickel,
He hands you a dime,
He asks you with a grin
If you're havin' a good time,
Then he fines you every time you slam the door.
I ain't gonna work for Maggie's brother no more.

I ain't gonna work for Maggie's pa no more.
No, I ain't gonna work for Maggie's pa no more.
Well, he puts his cigar
Out in your face just for kicks.
His bedroom window
It is made out of bricks.
The National Guard stands around his door.
Ah, I ain't gonna work for Maggie's pa no more.

I ain't gonna work for Maggie's ma no more.
No, I ain't gonna work for Maggie's ma no more.
Well, she talks to all the servants
About man and God and law.
Everybody says
She's the brains behind pa.
She's sixty-eight, but she says she's twenty-four.
I ain't gonna work for Maggie's ma no more.

I ain't gonna work on Maggie's farm no more.
No, I ain't gonna work on Maggie's farm no more.
Well, I try my best
To be just like I am,
But everybody wants you
To be just like them.
They sing while you slave and I just get bored.
I ain't gonna work on Maggie's farm no more.

Setanta, you are the disc jockey............you just keep spinnin those discs.

And no fair correcting spelling errors. Some of us can spell and some can't. I can't. And I fear I'll never learn. It's a neurotransmitter thing.......genetic I'm sure.

OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOkay, that's the best suggestion in years, Oak. The sixties, my favorite.......except I'm sort of into today as well.

Let's see, I'm going to wear my fringy little backless halter top and short shorts (I could do that then) and I'll pack my roach clip and, let's see, what else could a girl need on the Love Bus? Oh yes, my birth control pills. Between the pill and antibiotics, we were sexy, safe and happy.......ahhhhhh, the good ole days.......

Ok, I'm packin my bag, let's be off.............

HACK, HACK, COUGH, CHOKE, COUGH HACK

good ****, man

HACK, WHEEZE, COUGH, COUGH, CHOKE, HACK

Are we aloud CDs of Gratefull Dead and Jeffereson Airplane or do we scavenge for VINYL. Oh and Some bloke from Fox or is Vixen TV wants to do a reality TV show of our gallavanting, that should fit in with Lola's need for HER TODAY FIX

Eva, you may need some sticky tappe to hold your golden tresses in place. We have a huge cooling fan on the bus that does create a minor hurricane.

Set, we will need a good genny as well to ensure we have pots of backup electricity to burn.

Generator is no problem, but turn off that damned fan while i'm tryin' to roll . . . cassettes are ok, latest technology an all, an' i've got some dead tapes, some doors, stones, moody blues . . . oh yeah, moody blues really suck . . . unless, of course, yer baked:

Well i've been thinking about our fortunes
And i've decided that we're really not to blame
For the love that's deep inside us now is still the same . . .

On a dark desert highway
Cool wind in my hair
Warm smell of colitas
Rising up through the air
Up ahead in the distance
I saw a shimmering light
My head grew heavy, and my sight grew dim
I had to stop for the night
There she stood in the doorway
I heard the mission bell
And I was thinking to myself
This could be Heaven or this could be Hell
Then she lit up a candle
And she showed me the way
There were voices down the corridor
I thought I heard them say

Welcome to the Hotel California
Such a lovely place
Such a lovely place (background)
Such a lovely face
Plenty of room at the Hotel California
Any time of year
Any time of year (background)
You can find it here
You can find it here

Her mind is Tiffany twisted
She's got the Mercedes bends
She's got a lot of pretty, pretty boys
That she calls friends
How they dance in the courtyard
Sweet summer sweat
Some dance to remember
Some dance to forget
So I called up the Captain
Please bring me my wine
He said
We haven't had that spirit here since 1969
And still those voices are calling from far away
Wake you up in the middle of the night
Just to hear them say

Welcome to the Hotel California
Such a lovely Place
Such a lovely Place (background)
Such a lovely face
They're livin' it up at the Hotel California
What a nice surprise
What a nice surprise (background)
Bring your alibies

Mirrors on the ceiling
Pink champagne on ice
And she said
We are all just prisoners here
Of our own device
And in the master's chambers
They gathered for the feast
They stab it with their steely knives
But they just can't kill the beast
Last thing I remember
I was running for the door
I had to find the passage back to the place I was before
Relax said the nightman
We are programed to recieve
You can check out any time you like
But you can never leave

Bluebird flying high,
Tell me what you sing.
If you could talk to me,
What news would you bring
Of voices in the sky?

Nightingale hovering high,
Harmonize the wind.
Darkness your symphony,
I can hear you sing
Of voices in the sky.

Just what's happening to me?
I lie awake with the sound of the sea
Caaaaaaaaaaaaaaalling to meeeeeeeeee.

Old man passing by,
Tell me what you sing.
Though your voice be faint,
I am listening.
Voices in the sky.

Children with a skipping rope,
Tell me what you sing.
Play time is nearly gone,
The bell's about to ring.
Voices in the sky.

Just what is happening to me?
I lie awake with the sound of the sea
Caaaaaaaaaaaalling to meeeeeeeee.....

Bluebird flying high,
Tell me what you sing.
If you could talk to me
What news would you bring
Of voices in the sky?
Voices in the sky.

Voices in the sky.
Voices in the sky.