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Kokomo Joe's - (3:11) 78 bpm
Contact: Mark Lightcap
(530) 801-1216 mlightcap3@gmail.com
Songwriter: Mark R. Lightcap - ASCAP
Publishing: Chester Street Publishing - ASCAP
ISRC: QZYFK2300003
Recorded at: Bad Daddy Studios
I'm pretty sure I'll never grow all the way up, and I don't want to. For a songwriter, growing up is highly overrated. My imagination, which is the key to my songwriting success, is as active now as it was when I was a child. The Kokomo Joe’s lyric came from that young boy’s imagination. I remember being not only curious, but excited to explore the adult world and find out what this attraction to women was all about. I wanted to peek inside that grimy window at Kokomo Joe’s where Bobby claimed, “the girls dance all night and day!”
My childhood imagination was a thing to be treasured, nurtured, and appreciated. It could take me places and do things that were not possible in my "real life." Coming from a bitter, badly broken home I needed to escape to survive so that’s exactly what I did. One day I was a star half back on the Forty Niners scoring the winning touchdown. The next I was Willy Mays playing center field for the Giants making a spectacular catch for the final out in the World Series. My sofa became a gigantic battleship, the cushions were islands I could stand on to keep me safe from the lava flowing from an erupting volcano. I soared in wooden boxes that became my airplane. I also stared out the window at school a lot which was not appreciated by my teachers. My mind was always “dreaming” of things to do and places to go.
Lead vocal: Lightcap Acoustic guitar: Lightcap Pedal Steel: Steve Valine Drums: Carini Bass Guitar: Hilke Backing vocals: Carini, Darlene Marie
Kokomo Joe’s - (3:11) 78 bpm
Contact: Mark Lightcap
530-801-1216 mlightcap3@gmail.com
Songwriter: Mark R. Lightcap - ASCAP
Publishing: Chester Street Publishing - ASCAP
ISRC: QZYFK2300003
Draggin’ our feet on the way to school
Rather be headed for a swimming pool
When Bobby said he’d heard all about this place
Where the ladies dance all night and day
School bell rung, already late
We flipped a coin to decide our fate
When the quarter read heads took it for a sign
Two young boys with a one track mind
Kokomo Joe’s had a history
That fueled our schoolboys’ fantasy
Ditched our teacher and cut her class
Both in a hurry to grow up fast
Hey, ho, it’s right down the road
When we get there we’ll just peek in the window
Everything that we need to know
Is down at Kokomo Joe’s’
We stashed our books in a berry bush
And took a shortcut through the woods
We saw it shimmer in the heat waves up ahead
Sure didn’t look like Bobby said
Kokomo Joe’s had a history
That fueled our schoolboys’ fantasy
Ditched our teacher and cut her class
Both in a hurry to grow up fast
Hey, ho, it’s right down the road
When we get there we’ll just peek in the window
Everything that we need to know
Is down at Kokomo Joe’s’
We stared through a grimy window and a dense white smoky haze
We spied some fishnet stockings on a pair of chubby legs
She musta weighed 300 pounds with a high pitched squeaky voice
We ran home fast as we could go just happy to be boys
Kokomo Joe’s had a history
That fueled our schoolboys’ fantasy
Ditched our teacher and cut her class
Both in a hurry to grow up fast
Hey, ho, it’s right down the road
When we get there we’ll just peek in the window
Everything that we need to know
Is down at Kokomo Joe’s’
