Onion Soup - Vic Chesnutt

Thin and unshaved, drunk and mysterious

Ooh, I must say lifestyle is curious

With a little touch of the sniffles and filthy socks

Gnawed, crumbled fingernails never doing tomahawk chops

A flaky head dandruff is distinguished

Lacquer is red vain is the varnish

What is at the root of this

She’ll say, whatcha got

What participle do you possess

She’ll say, which I have not

One blustery day

We rode out to the meadowlands

We saw and were amazed

Then hauled it back into town again

Mississippi is a mess sometimes

And not only when it rains

How come you went back to that malaria island

'cause our friendship is strained

Those were the days when you were so cosmopolitan

These are the days, my letters they’re so maudlin

I wrote you an eloquent postcard once

About this most exquisite onion soup

But of course I never mailed though

'cause it was your turn in the loop

Those were the days when you were so cosmopolitan

These are the days, my letters they’re increasingly maudlin