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Radio VIII, side A, track 10: “Tuff Enuff” by The Fabulous Thunderbirds

Oh, The Fabulous Thunderbirds,  you guys ARE tuff enuff.  While all these other love songs sing about how much the singer loves whoever, you guys are SHOWING it.  No poetry or buying flowers for you guys.  When you guys want to show how much you love somebody, you don’t mess around.  A few years ago I read this book called “The 5 Love Languages” when I was trying to figure out what the hell I was doing wrong with the ladies and learned that not all women like to have love expressed the same way.  I figured a sweet card and a sweet word were enough for anybody, but I was apparently wrong.  And you guys fall directly into the “acts of service” category, in which you express your love by doing things like mowing the lawn or wrestling a grizzly bear.  Unfortunately, The Fabulous Thunderbirds, not all women appreciate love expressed through acts of service, so I hope you figured that out before burning all your money and picking a fight with Muhammad Ali.  If not, hey, women, right?

“Tuff Enuff”

I would walk ten miles on my
Hands and knees
Ain’t no doubt about it, baby, it’s you I aim to please
I’d wrestle with a lion and a
Grizzly bear
It’s my life, baby, but
I don’t care
Ain’t that tuff enuff

Ain’t that tuff enuff

Ain’t that tuff enuff

Ain’t that tuff enuff

For you, baby, I would
Swim the sea
Nothin’ I’d do for you that’s
Too tough for me
I’d put out a burnin’ building
With a shovel and dirt
And not even worry about
Getting hurt
Ain’t that tuff enuff

Ain’t that tuff enuff

Ain’t that tuff enuff

Ain’t that tuff enuff

<awesome T-Birds jam>

Would work twenty-four hours
Seven days a week
Just so I can come home and
Kiss your cheek
I’ll love you in the mornin’
And I’ll love you at noon
I’ll love you in the night and take you to the moon
Ain’t that tuff enuff

Ain’t that tuff enuff

Ain’t that tuff enuff

Ain’t that tuff enuff

Lay in a pile of burnin’ money
That I’ve earned
And not even worry about
Getting burned
I’d climb the Empire State, fight Muhammad Ali
Just to have you, baby
Close to me

Ain’t that tuff enuff

Ain’t that tuff enuff

Ain’t that tuff enuff

Ain’t that tuff enuff

Ain’t that tuff enuff

Ain’t that tuff enuff

Ain’t that tuff enuff

Ain’t that tuff enuff

Ain’t that tuff enuff

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