From the recording Fake As A Rubber Snake


I moved to a place called the “Lucky Eight Estates”
The leasin’ lady there had my head on a swivel
She was actin’ mighty civil, so I asked her on a date
I just couldn’t have known how that would affect my fate

Well, the date it went just fine, especially how it ended up
The way she was layin’ it on, I couldn’t get enough
I thought things were movin’ along pretty good
I was holdin’ her off like I knew I should

But unbeknownst to me, when I went out town to work
She took the master key and moved herself right in

(Turns out) (Yeah) She was fake as a rubber snake
About as much fun as a toothache
It was a love that could never be
Yeah, she was fake as a rubber snake
But it wasn’t a fatal mistake
’Cause I got the hell out of there before she bit me

When I got home and found her there, I started to object
But then she, you know, well, you know, she hugged my neck
So, for a while, it was like the best things in life are still free
’Til she exercised dominion and control over me


The love she professed was about as fake as it could be
She just wanted my cash and my credit cards — man, she didn’t want me



Yeah, she was fake, fake, fake, fake, fake as a rubber snake

Words & Music by Don Tomlinson
UMC & SR © 2019 Solid Sterling Music (BMI)
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Mood: Funny; Disaster avoidance
Key: G / BPM: 165 / Length: 3:23
ISRC: QZ37R1900233
BMI: 22881937
ISWC: T9198708940