Released 2008

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Behind the Scenes

• Opus number 10
• Instruments played - None
• Samples used - South Park "The Chewbacca Defense"
  
• My daughter's instruments - Marimba
  

Well, I'm travelin' down the road,
You know I'm flirtin' with disaster.
I've got the pedal to the floor,
And my life is running faster.
I'm out of money, out of hope,
You know it looks like self destruction.
how much more can we take,
With all of this corruption.

I've been flirtin' with disaster,
Ya'll know what I mean.
And the way we run our lives,
You know it makes no sense to me.
I don't know about yourself or,
What you think you want to be - YEAH.

But we gamble with our time,
You know we choose our destiny.

I'm travelin' down that lonesome road.
Feels like I'm dragging a heavy load.
Hey, I've tried to turn my head away,
But feels about the same most every day.

(You know what I'm talking about, baby?)

Speeding down the fast lane, momma
Been playin' from town to town.
The Troubadours been burnin' it up,
We can't seem to slow it down.
I've got the pedal to the floor,
Our lives are runnin' faster,
I've got our sights set straight ahead,
But I ain't sure what we're after.

Flirtin' with disaster, babe
Damn sure know what I mean.
You know the way we run our lives,
It doesn't make no sense to me.
I don't know about yourself, or
What you think you plan to be - Yea!!
'cause when we gamble with our time,
that's how we choose our destiny.

Chorus:
Yeah we're travelin' down that lonesome road.
Feels like I'm dragging that heavy load.
I don't try to turn my head away,
I'm flirtin' with disaster every day.

(And you are too, baby!
Ah ha ha ha!
It ain't for everybody
AWWW, come on, baby!)

Ladies and gentlemen of this supposed jury, Chef's attorney would certainly want you to believe that his client wrote "Stinky Britches" ten years ago. And they make a good case. Hell, I almost felt pity myself! But ladies and gentlemen of this supposed jury, I have one, final, thing I want you to consider. Ladies and gentlemen, this is Chewbacca. Chewbacca is a Wookiee from the planet Kashyyyk. But Chewbacca lives on the planet Endor. Now think about it; that does not make sense!

Damn it! What? He's using the Chewbacca defense!

Why would a Wookiee, an 8-foot-tall Wookiee, want to live on Endor, with a bunch of 2-foot-tall Ewoks? That does not make sense! But more important, you have to ask yourself: What does this have to do with this case? Nothing. Ladies and gentlemen, it has nothing to do with this case! It does not make sense! (Whoo!) Look at me. I'm a lawyer defending a major record company, and I'm talkin' about Chewbacca! Does that make sense? Ladies and gentlemen, I am not making any sense! None of this makes sense! And so you have to remember, when you're in that jury room deliberatin' and conjugatin' the Emancipation Proclamation... does it make sense?

Flirtin' with disaster, hon,
I know you know just what I mean.
You know the way we run our lives,
Chewbacca Defense devotee
I don't know about yourself or,
really what you plan to be-eee
But we gamble with our time,
It's how we choose our destiny.

Yeah, we're travelin' down that lonesome road.
Feels like I'm shooting a heavy load.
Now don't try to turn your head away,
I'm flirtin' with disaster every day.

If Chewbacca lives on Endor, you must acquit! The defense rests.