Just a quick story on Richie Blackmoor He lived near us next to my friend whose brothers occupied the third floor of their lovely home near the beach These bros wre blasting some grateful dead or Alan bros one day for all the gardening li housewives to hear
Mr. Blackmoor countered with some sure voluminous Bach from the basement studio with the speakers turned out
All the ladies with their trowels stood and cheered at the close.
He was a very good and patient neighbor and his house was
“Liar, Liar” (Pants on Fire) - The Castaways.
Chorus:
Liar, liar, pants on fire
Your nose is longer than a telephone wire
Verse 1:
Ask me, baby, why I’m sad
You been out all night, know you been bad
Don’t tell me different, know it’s a lie
Come kill me, honey, see how I cry
Verse 2:
Why must you hurt me, do what you do
Listen here, girl, can’t you see I love you
Make a little effort, try to be true
I’ll be happy, not so blue
[repeat chorus]
Verse 3:
If you keep on tellin’ me those lies
Still goin’ out with other guys
There’ll come a day I’ll be gone
Take my advice, won’t be long
Verse 4:
When that day comes, won’t be mad
Be free of you, but I’ll still be sad
In spite of your cheatin’, still love you so
I’ll be unhappy if I let you go
[repeat chorus]