DIM BULB
(E. Ridenour)

What are we going to do when they see this rug?
Put out the cigarette, we’ve gotta clean this up
Put down the funnies for a minute, darling; help me think
There’s a bucket in the basement and detergent on the top of the sink

She may be a dim bulb
Oh, but she lights up my life
How can I explain
When it seems that all they want to know is
Who’s going to get the blame?

Well, you can twist, you can twist, you can twist, you can twist the facts
But I’ve been down this road too far to start turning back
Well, you can say, you can say, you can say, you can say what you want
But when I saw her in that little blue dress, I almost swallowed my gum

She may be a dim bulb
Oh, but she lights up my life
Oh, you can keep your talk
For a girl her size, for a girl her weight
Well, she’s as strong as an ox

What do you say that for? Don’t say you’re sorry to me
Why don’t you look at the floor; why don’t you see what you see?
If you’re gonna say you’re sorry, ought to say it, ought to say it to him
Oh, but I guess it’s just a little too late; you’ve gone and done it again

She may be a dim bulb
Oh, but she lights up my life
Oh, she’s a real surprise
‘Cause if you’re looking at me sideways, buddy
You’d better lower your eyes

Come on and hop in the car; no, darling, I ain’t mad
Come on and hop in the car; now don’t you look so sad
Here we go again, here we go again, go for a ride
Roll down the windows and stick your feet outside

She may be a dim bulb
Oh, but she lights up my life
How can I explain
When it seems that all they want to know is
Who’s going to get the blame?

John Gibson - Drums
Erin Johnson - Keyboard, Harmony Vocal
Elizabeth Heiger - Violin
Eric Ridenour - Guitar, Vocal
Sarah Spelbring - Bass