Once you start twitchin' in my voodoo trance . . .

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.

Start twitchin'.

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