Song Title: Grass Stains On My Prom Gown
Author / Artist: Louis Nichole
Master Website:: http://www.louisnichole.com
Copyright: 2008
Music Genre: Novelty / Comedy
Sample clip (Coming Soon)
It was prom night…..I had no date… cause my guy, Rick…. got sick
I’d be all alone….no chaperone
So Rick …called his friend ….Dick
My dress went on…. My zipper went up…. and my stockings went past my knee
I was ready…. for Dick
Hoping he…. was ready for me
He picked me up at 6 o’clock and took me for a walk
He wanted to get to know me… but we… didn’t talk
My zipper went down…my dress went up
and his hand went past my knee
I’m in love with Dick
Wow….he was ready for me
But I’ve got Grass stains on my Prom gown
I’m crushed as I can be
I have grass stains on my prom gown
And I wonder why… my guy Rick…. Didn’t did what Dick…. Did for me
How could I go on…. go back to prom…. with grass stains on my dress
When all at once some guy…. named Ray rushed by … and saw me in distress
He teased my hair
He primped my eyes
He even glossed my lips
His hand went past my knee
Cutting my dress up to my hips
Oooooh..... no more Grass stains on my prom gown
Ray is clever as can be
No more grass stains on my prom gown
He saved the day…now I’m in love with Ray,,,,happy as a girl can be
So I walked back to the dance floor and I was living in a dream
They took one look at my mini gown….…. and I was voted queen
But as I was crowned…. I turned around … and it hit me like a brick
There was Ray …kissing my guy Rick…. ( Ray?..Rick?)
And they had grass stains on their tuxedoes
(Ray?....Rick?)
Oh!.... they had grass stains on their tuxedoes
Now I know… why Ray and Rick
Didn’t do what dick…. for me
So I m taking my pick… Im gonna stick….. with Dick
And just like Ray and Rick
Dick…… is gonna stick …with me
Songwriting Inspiration:
When you are a songwriter, sometimes you have to transend your reality. Since I had a great deal of practice performing in my mother’s dresses when I was young…… it was easy to write this song
You become someone else in order to find the truth in the story. So imagine if you will…it is 1950… it is my first prom……I am 16….. and my name is Luisa…
Sorry mom
When you are a songwriter, sometimes you have to transend your reality. Since I had a great deal of practice performing in my mother’s dresses when I was young…… it was easy to write this song
You become someone else in order to find the truth in the story. So imagine if you will…it is 1950… it is my first prom……I am 16….. and my name is Luisa…
Sorry mom |