Nancy & The Pensacola Pimp

Nancy and the Pensacola pimp

She was 16 when got under the thumb of him

He’d stare at her for hours and never let her leave the room

But she knew when to talk, when to keep it in, and how to side step when he was cruel

The Pensacola Pimp was 6-5 and a 110

Drank nothing but Orange Crush and ate powdered donuts

He’d stay up for weeks on end making money hand over fist

He was scared of nothing but he’d lose track of what he said and what he did

Nancy and the Pensacola pimp

They’d drive around for days and nights he’d never stop talking

He told her about all the houses he owned and where he kept his money hid

But he never remembered what he said ‘cause he never once stopped talking

They’d get so lost on the highway she wasn’t sure they’d ever get back home again

Nancy talked him into getting married when she turned 18

He’d been up for seven days and nights was living on a different frequency

She hid the license and he went on ranting

Passing state lines days into nights until he asked if his eyes were bleeding

Nancy was playing solitaire and she said she was sick

So the pimp went on a ride with Cowboy Jim and the Narcoleptic

They slit his throat in Biloxi for her signing over the title to his car

The Narcoleptic slept and Cowboy Jim drove them to a rodeo in Utah