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    "Mister Faust Buys An Empty Suit"genre: Folk
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    What's an empty suit? Someone gets home, takes off their suit, puts it in the closet and there's Nobody home...could be a professor or two I've had, a politician without a personal hobby. On rare bad days, it might even be a bench busker...sans guitar!
    CD: Elvis Is Coming Back   Label: Kolo Records
    Credits: Jesse - Guitar, Dewayne Schunn - Electric Lap Steel Guitar

    Story Behind the Song
    What San Francisco columnist Herb Caen (he coined "beatnik" and "hippie"...)
    called the "SCAM WHAT AM" - this is a lampoon, you tell me what the lyrics mean.
    Dewayne Schunn selected a lap steel guitar from his collection of antique lap
    steel guitars, and added a very tasty sound...ZOUNDS! He good!!!

    Lyrics
    Yuppies ain't nothin' but empty suits
    Dressed up in Gucci boots/instead of those old Florsheims
    Take away the charge plates
    And there go the large gates/in front of that elegant residence
    Take away the sweet deals
    The just can't be beat deals/they come and go like the presidents

    Yuppies ain't nothin' but new recruits
    Dressed up in snazzy suits/scramblin' for nickels and dimes
    Remember those button down collars
    Mutt and Jeff and Dollars/ that really were worth their weight?
    Remember those wing-tip brougham shoes?
    I sing these blue collar blues/about them right to work states

    Yuppies eat nothin' but bamboo shoots
    And other gourmet roots/marinated in key limes
    So wise up and forget the Beatles
    Buy into the future/of all that's fab and gear
    Grow up and forget the Rolling Stone
    Don't'cha know, Spin Magazine is what's in this year

    Yuppies ain't nothin' but those who loot
    Without having to shoot/pens perpetrate the worst of crimes
    You're a disgrace, if you get to fat a face
    So, take your case into the ring/watch for that left hand jab
    Yes, take your place in a real rat race
    For some space, Mr. and Mrs. Jones/get in on that deft land grab

    Yuppies ain't nothin' but a brand new label
    As far as I am able/to play around with these rhymes
    So, come, smoke a spliff
    Watch'm sell the old stock/right on down to the lock and the barrel
    Turn a new leaf, live in a grass hut
    And watch'm dance/in nothin' but a barrel for apparel
    Turn a new leaf, live in a glass hut
    And watch'm dance in nothin'...

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