Our hero and new spiritual leader of the moment -

Wammo

He's finally done it! Wammo has gotten his online act together. He's blogging and posting films and all manner of good stuff - check him out!

follow this link to Wammolovesme.com

Have a listen courtesy of Amazon.com

With all apologies to his His Regal Wammoness for not paying him to post this, here are the lyrics (from his site) to one of my favorite songs by the "Fat-Headed Stranger"

WINGLESS ANGELS (from My Favorite Record)

I lost my virginity

While the preacher was downstairs

Chattin' with my mom

And I wasted my youth

On a girl named Ruth

And it don't make no difference to me

Now all you wingless angels

Get in line to take a stab at me

'cause I'm rollin' down the last six pack

And two A.M. brings finality

I was born in New York City

And beat up down in San Antone

And I wasted my time

Smokin' agriculture

In the back of my buddy's old Firebird

Now all you wingless angels

Start clocking yourselves

With the junebug of the times

'cause I'm staggerin' in to your pit stop

And I'm lined up

Down at your favorite bar

Crippled at the South Ban

I fulfilled the prophesy

But baptized in the waters of the Broken Spoke

When a yodeller named Walser

Pierced my soul

lNow all you wingless angels

Stop trampin' 'round my back door

'cause I'm drownin' in a Bushmills dream

And I got a hot date

With the Holy Ghost

Now Jesus, he knew his price tag

Thirty pieces of silver hung on his hide

But that devil in your smile

Is so divine

I'll be Judassing your ass out for twenty-nine

Now all you wingless angels

Sanctify my ability to recognize

'cause I'm drunk off my ass

In Omaha

And I'm sleepin' on the bus

With a busted wing

Yeah, I'm passed out on the bus

With a busted wing

(c)B.Y.G.U.M. 2000