“Can’t stop my legs for weeks, face full of feathers and a yellow beak, Ol’ Mr. Taylor.” Songwriting session, 12.23.1985. TB: “Ahh, the ol’ DX-7 organ patch…”
Lyrics
OL’ MR. TAYLOR
(Timothy Brickley and David Rheins)
Ol’ Mr. Taylor is a friend of mine
He’s better than that ol’ cheap wine
He’s better than whiskey or gin
He makes my fuzzy old head spin
Ol’ Mr. Taylor
Ol’ Mr. Taylor comes in pints or quarts
He likes to play, hates to work
He’ll cheat on your wife – make you flirt
To make you strong you just need a squirt of
Ol’ Mr. Taylor
Now, booze is a powerful drink
Before you start, stop and think
But if you must, drink the best
Mr. Taylor takes care of the rest
Ol’ Mr. Taylor makes me sing and dance
Puts hot rocks in my pants
Can’t stop my legs for weeks
face full of feathers and a yellow beak
Ol’ Mr. Taylor
Copyright 1984/2019, Timothy Brickley & David Rheins
