Haberdasher

Haberdasher

 San Francisco, California, USA
BandRockFunk

Philosophical philandering for the fun of frivolity filled with a respect of understanding the way things are, delivered by a story telling, funkified, countrified, hip-hoppy, folksy blues, salted with jazz and peppered with soul (from within, that is).

Biography

Deep and diverse are the influences that swirl my soul. The decades I've lived and those that came before are more to my compliment, but out of that I've had a bent for the rock and roll flavor, acousticy, though there are many creators, to me, worthy of the title "titillators".

Lyrics

Leroy (The Ladies of Ill Repute)

Written By: Derek Bernard

Leroy was a man
Who would stand
5 foot 8 on his platforms shoes
He wore a long black pea coat
And a big 'ol broad brimmed hat
He had 7 gold teeth
One for every day of the week
Now Leroy, well he was a pimp you see,
So he carried a cane
But he was a pimp
With no limp
To speak of

And he go,
Nickel bag for a dime,
Dime bag for a quarter,
White mercy,
Mercy mercy me
He go,
Nickel Bag for a dime,
Dime bag for a quarter
Ladies of all kinds of pedigrees
But don't you call'em hoes, no
I said, don't you call'em hoes, no
No no no siree
They're the ladies of ill repute I believe

Now Leroy, well he could cure all of your ills
He'd sell ya pills
Till
You had your fill
He'd sell ya
Red pills, blue pills, green pills, brown pills,
Up pills, slow pills, speed pills, down pills,
Shoot, even sugar pills
He'd sell you some parsley,
Mixed with your bag of weed,
He'd take out the stems and seeds,
Only quality
from Leroy,
He'd go, "Hey dude, hey hey hey,
It don't matter anyway,
They're gonna get high every single day,
of the week!"

And he go,
Nickel bag for a dime,
Dime bag for a quarter,
White mercy,
Mercy mercy me
He go,
Nickel Bag for a dime,
Dime bag for a quarter
Ladies of all kinds of pedigrees
But don't you call'em hoes, no
I said, don't you call'em hoes, no
No no no siree
They're the ladies of ill repute I believe

So Leroy, well, he didn't trust the banks
He said, "The banks?
No thanks, no thanks,
I'll stash
My cash,
In the mattress of my master bedroom suite!"
But one day crooked cops burst in,
They were grinnin' they're crooked grins,
and the firefight that ensued,
It leveled the place
All up in Leroy's...

Chka cha
BLAM! BLAM! chka cha
BLAM! BLAM! chka cha
BLAM! BLAM! chka cha
BLAM BLAM, chka cha BLOWOWOW

Oooo, but when the smoke cleared,
Not a single cop stood standin',
But it was as we feared,
Leroy looked up from a hole in his chest
His pasty pale face was as white as newborn snow
Well that shot didn't come from the front you see,
It came from behind, what's more,
Leroy ended up face down on the floor,
'Cause he forgot to check check the back door
It was my goddam whores...
Oh, my goddam hooooooes...
Chka chka BLAM!