Lonnie Lyrics - Godley And Creme

Lonnie Garamond was disturbed by the face 

that looked back at him from the bathroom mirror 

He looked older than he remembered 

it was as if all forty-two years of his life 

had suddenly leap frogged over each other 

and crash landed in his face 

He was middle-aged and the truth hit him 

like a man with no parachute 

the eyes were golfballs 

the skin hung on his face like a cheap suit 

and the trapdoor of greasy black frizz 

that he combed from one side of his head to the other 

to hide his baldness 

in reality emphasized it 

It was 2:30 in the morning Nov. 22nd 1963 

and Lonnie couldn't sleep 

Lonnie took a last look at the face 

and popped another sleeping tablet 

under his sandpaper tongue 

and slipped into a cold, dark sleep 

The last thing Lonnie saw 

before his eyes finally closed 

was his camera watching him 

from the other side of the Motel room 

but the camera wasn't loaded yet 

Lonnie Garamond was a loser 

Lonnie Garamond was a loser 

Lonnie Garamond was a loser 

and he really hated being that 

Lonnie's body clock woke him at 8:30 sharp 

He stabbed a button by his bed 

and the TV crackled into life 

showing the crowds already gathering 

in Dealy Plaza 

He showered, shaved, and slipped into an Ivy League jacket 

and brown slacks and loaded the camera 

The Stetson put the icing on the southern cake 

and he headed for the parking lot 

leaving the key behind in his room 

he knew he wouldn't be coming back 

Lonnie Garamond was a loser 

Lonnie Garamond was a loser 

Lonnie Garamond was a loser 

and he really hated being that 

Lonnie parked the Buick and ran down Pacific St. 

It was 12.15 and he wanted to be outside 

the Texas School Book Depository 

before the motorcade came down Elm St. 

12.20 

He elbowed his way through a group of good ol' boys 

and stood next to a kid in a wheelchair 

waving a Confederate flag 

12.25 

He took off the lens cap 

and lit his first cigarette for two years 

He checked the focus one last time 

and blew a smoke ring 

into the blue Dallas heat haze 

12.30 

He ground the Lucky Strike under the heel of his boot 

and calmly squeezed off three shots 

Lonnie put the camera back into its case 

and melted into the panic 

Lonnie Garamond was a loser 

Lonnie Garamond was a loser 

Lonnie Garamond was a loser 

and he really hated being that