it crawled from the dark recesses of my brain

In: musique non stop

27 Feb 2008

Was bouncing around humming a little while ago…but couldn’t figure out what the hell I was singing. And then I realized: “Hey there, Mr. Dealer,” from the Morton Downey Jr. album.

The album was in rotation at my college radio station; I used to play this cut on my show ’cause “slime-sucking, drug-pushing, son of a bitch” was a great thing to chant while hungover on a Sunday morning. Honestly, this song’s very “Smokey and the Bandit” in a sick, twisted way.

Rock on.

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