Life’s Not All Sunshine and Hookers

Blues-Rock, funk, male vocals, ragtime, barroom ballad, cinematic, experimental, jazz

V3.5

[Verse 1]
I had a dream I was dancing in Reno
With a stack of chips and a tan like Pacino
The sun never set, and the girls never left
And I thought to myself, “Well this must be theft!”

[Verse 2]
But then I woke up with a bill in my hand
From a motel clerk with a wedding band
She said, “You look like hell and you smell like gin,”
And I said, “Well ma’am, you should’ve seen where I’ve been.”

[Chorus]
Life’s not all sunshine and hookers, you see
There’s paperwork, taxes, and old injuries
Some days you’re a king, some days a crook
And some days you’re just steamed cabbage in a closed-down nook

[Verse 3]
They preach about sunshine like it saves your soul
But it burns your neck when you’re digging that hole
And as for the hookers, well bless their charm
But they don’t do refunds when you lose your farm

[Verse 4]
Still, I met a philosopher named Candy Lou
She said, “Ain’t it wild what a man'll do?”
Then she stole my shoes and my last cigarette
Left me pondering fate and unpaid debt

[Chorus]
Life’s not all sunshine and hookers, my friend
Sometimes it starts weird, then gets worse at the end
You chase something bright, you fall through the floor
Wake up in a diner asking what life’s for

[Bridge: spoken word]
I asked the stars, they just flickered and laughed
“Sunshine fades fast, and hookers... just do the math.”
The universe shrugged with a cheap motel grin
Said, “Kid, you’ll fit right in.”

[Verse 5]
But once in a while, there’s a golden scene
Where the pie is warm and the counter’s clean
Someone smiles like they ain’t got a care
And the jukebox plays something good but rare

[Final Chorus]
So maybe it is sunshine and hookers, who knows?
In the cracks of the world, that’s where the light grows
It ain’t what they promise, but it ain’t what they fear
It’s just life with a wig and a warm flat beer

[Outro]
So if you find yourself lost on some neon-lit street…
Tip your waitress, keep walking, and don’t trust the heat.

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[Verse 1] I had a dream I was dancing in Reno With a stack of chips and a tan like Pacino The sun never set, and the girls never left And I thought to myself, “Well this must be theft!” [Verse 2] But then I woke up with a bill in my hand From a motel clerk with a wedding band She said, “You look like hell and you smell like gin,” And I said, “Well ma’am, you should’ve seen where I’ve been.” [Chorus] Life’s not all sunshine and hookers, you see There’s paperwork, taxes, and old injuries Some days you’re a king, some days a crook And some days you’re just steamed cabbage in a closed-down nook [Verse 3] They preach about sunshine like it saves your soul But it burns your neck when you’re digging that hole And as for the hookers, well bless their charm But they don’t do refunds when you lose your farm [Verse 4] Still, I met a philosopher named Candy Lou She said, “Ain’t it wild what a man'll do?” Then she stole my shoes and my last cigarette Left me pondering fate and unpaid debt [Chorus] Life’s not all sunshine and hookers, my friend Sometimes it starts weird, then gets worse at the end You chase something bright, you fall through the floor Wake up in a diner asking what life’s for [Bridge: spoken word] I asked the stars, they just flickered and laughed “Sunshine fades fast, and hookers... just do the math.” The universe shrugged with a cheap motel grin Said, “Kid, you’ll fit right in.” [Verse 5] But once in a while, there’s a golden scene Where the pie is warm and the counter’s clean Someone smiles like they ain’t got a care And the jukebox plays something good but rare [Final Chorus] So maybe it is sunshine and hookers, who knows? In the cracks of the world, that’s where the light grows It ain’t what they promise, but it ain’t what they fear It’s just life with a wig and a warm flat beer [Outro] So if you find yourself lost on some neon-lit street… Tip your waitress, keep walking, and don’t trust the heat.

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