-wagon. it's a band that fits in a wagon. it's a little red radio flyer so the band can't be that big, maybe a singer and a guy on the bongo drums, with a harmonica. and they sit in the band-wagon, and i pull them around town, on all the side streets and around town, and the band just makes up new songs as we go so i don't get real sick of hearing the same thing over and over.
and the singer, carlos, his throat gets real dry because he's going around in the sun singing all day, so we stop at a little table where two girls are selling lemonade for 25¢ a cup, and we all have some and go on our way, and i say to the girls "thanks for supporting the band-wagon!" they don't get it.
some of the songs are really bad, carlos and damien's. but what did i expect? they're just two guys who got into a radio flyer and started making music together. neither of them classically trained or, as far as i can tell, with any musical experience whatsoever. but i just keep pulling them around, listening to their dumb songs and carlos complaining that the wagon hurts his backside.
sometimes i wonder why i get myself into these situations in the first place.