IÕd Go Straight for Ridley Bent

 

I was playing this festival just off Commercial Drive
The house was packed and I was making people laugh
I was the first act Ôcuz nobody knows my name

And when my set was done, I went outside
To get some air and Ridley Bent was standing there and he said to me
ŌGreat set, Kate. I think your words are sweet.Ķ

I smiled and mumbled something like ŌthanksĶ and then my knees went weak
And my cheeks went pink and I couldnÕt think of
Anything else to say

Chorus:
IÕd go straight for Ridley Bent
HeÕs bloody brilliant
He ainÕt bad looking too
HeÕs a guitar magician
HeÕs a hot damn musician
He makes me want to tack a gun rack
Up in the back of my
Subaru

Then, Ridley steps up in front of the crowd
And he wowed them and the applause was loud
HeÕs spins tales on his ax that puts Hunter S. Thompson to shame

HeÕs a small town dude with big city attitude
He does this whole slick hick-hop trip
And I dig it, daddy-o,
Yo.

Talk about hick, I grew up in the sticks
So, Ridley and me, weÕd make a good mix
IÕd go on a bender with the guy and play guitar licks all night long

IÕd slug back Prairie Fires under a Tequila Sunrise with him
ÔCuz he brings out the alcoholic, acid-popping, rebel in me
See, me and Ridley, we was meant to be

Chorus:
IÕd go straight for Ridley Bent
He ainÕt bad looking too
HeÕs bloody brilliant
HeÕs a guitar magician
HeÕs a hot damn musician
He makes me want to tack a gun rack
Up in the back of my
Subaru

Ridley makes me miss my good, olÕ bad days
Drinking beer with the boys in a fatty haze
Smoking butts and cussing like a trucker
Motherfucker

And when I listen to him sing so sweetly
IÕm amazed at how he can string together those words so neatly
And I wish I didnÕt quit heterosexuality

Chorus:
IÕd go straight for Ridley Bent
HeÕs bloody brilliant
He ainÕt bad looking too
HeÕs a guitar magician
HeÕs a hot damn musician
He makes me want to tack a gun rack
Up in the back of my
Subaru

So, Ridley, IÕm kinda confused
Cuz even though I like your music, IÕm not straight
IÕm a singer-songwritinÕ dyke with a microphone

And youÕre a gee-tar slinging demon
And you probably got yourself lots of beautiful, straight women
And youÕre a looker but IÕm a little too crooked for you

So letÕs just pick up a 12 pack of bottles
Throw an old pick-up into full throttle
Kick back, shoot the shit and just laugh

Chorus:
IÕm not straight, Ridley Bent
But youÕre bloody brilliant
And you ainÕt bad looking too
YouÕre a guitar magician
YouÕre a hot damn musician
You make me want to tack a gun rack
Up in the back of my
Subaru