I was sittin’ by myself in a dusty little bar,
Halfway ‘tween the jukebox and my broke-down car.
A 20-something brunette was a drinkin’ all alone
When in walked Blondie and my dick turned to bone.

Blondie was a looker, dressed up real fine;
Brownie wore glasses, was about twenty-nine.
Blondie’d been around the block a time or two;
Brownie wore a heart-shaped red tattoo.

Here I was a settin’ all confused upon a fence-
Should I choose enthusiasm or experience?

My eyes wandered over that long blond hair,
I held her eyes a second, was ready to go over there.
About 45, I thought, and Blondie held my gaze
While Brownie called out, “Bring another down my way!”

The barkeep pulled a beer deep into that glass.
She stretched out to reach it. I could see she had an ass.
The barkeep walked away from Brownie with a swagger in his behind.
She winked at me and gave a look that said she wouldn’t mind…

Now here I was a settin’ all confused upon a fence-
Should I choose enthusiasm or experience?

Blondie had experience as any man could tell,
Her curves promised every man that she could ring his bell.
Brownie had enthusiasm as any man could see,
A giggle and a jiggle but no repartee.

The barkeep was gray-haired and I was thirty-eight,
I was looking pretty good and he was looking great.
Blondie called across the room to Brownie with a glance,
“What you want, girl? A little enthusiasm or a bit of experience?

Now here I was a settin’ all confused upon a fence-
Which one would choose enthusiasm and which experience?