Seat of My Pants (Track #3 of Seven Women)
The third song on my debut CD illuminates my less serious side (yes, my intrepid fans, I have a wicked sense of humor.) And so does my merry alter ego - Slip Shodley - the subject of this tune.
He was riding high, but was ultimately brought to his knees by a series of demanding relentless women, hangers-on . . .and the police. Our tireless hero persevered and retains a worldly approach to his misadventures.
He might need a haircut, may need a bath, but he still has mind like a blue steel trap. Brains trump luck.