OLOR, WON'T YOU GIVE ME
by deluxestogie
(sung to the tune of Janis Joplin's Mercedes Benz: "Oh Lord, won't you buy me a Mercedes Benz")
Olor, won't you buy me a Cuban cigar?
Ninety miles of ocean; I can't drive in my car.
A long Montecristo or a fat Bolivar.
Olor, won't you buy me a Cuban cigar?
Olor, can you cure my Piloto's disease?
It's got tiny beetles that look just like fleas.
They're too quick for fingers to put on a squeeze.
Olor, can you cure my Piloto's disease?
Olor, will you make all my hornworms go 'way?
I'm pickin' and squishin' a dozen every day.
Far from this county, my hornworms convey.
Olor, will you make all my hornworms go 'way?
Olor, won't you bless my Corojo 99?
A Cuban tobacco would suit me just fine.
It came from Robaina, and now it is mine.
Olor, won't you bless my Corojo 99?
Olor, can you flue-cure my Virginia Bright?
I sure would be pleased if it came out real light.
I'm fiddling with temperatures and the venting every night.
Olor, can you flue-cure my Virginia Bright?
Olor, you could bag all my blossoms right now.
I'd do it by myself, if I only knew how.
Don't want silk purse seed growin' an ear of a sow.
Olor, you could bag all my blossoms right now.
Olor, don't allow my Besuki to fail.
It's growing alright, but it looks mighty pale.
Please make it turn dark while it hangs on a nail.
Olor, don't allow my Besuki to fail.
Olor, my Havana, it's three twenty two.
It makes damn good stogies, although it is new.
Give it some sunshine and thick morning dew.
Olor, my Havana, it's three twenty two.
Olor, won't you bring me a shower today.
Hauling out my hose is the only other way.
But why get a backache when clouds are all gray?
Olor, won't you bring me a shower today.
Olor, give me corncobs as fat as my fist.
Making some pipes is really high on my list.
But climbing the ladder keeps spraining my wrist.
Olor, give me corncobs as fat as my fist.
Olor, if my suckers grew like the true deal,
Big leaves that have texture and thickness to feel.
I'd skip growing next year so my soil could heal.
Olor, if my suckers grew like the true deal.
Olor, I'm an old guy with joint aches galore.
Tobacco looks gorgeous, but growing it's a chore.
You could just grow it, and drop it at my door.
Olor, I'm an old guy with joint aches galore.
by deluxestogie
(sung to the tune of Janis Joplin's Mercedes Benz: "Oh Lord, won't you buy me a Mercedes Benz")
Olor, won't you buy me a Cuban cigar?
Ninety miles of ocean; I can't drive in my car.
A long Montecristo or a fat Bolivar.
Olor, won't you buy me a Cuban cigar?
Olor, can you cure my Piloto's disease?
It's got tiny beetles that look just like fleas.
They're too quick for fingers to put on a squeeze.
Olor, can you cure my Piloto's disease?
Olor, will you make all my hornworms go 'way?
I'm pickin' and squishin' a dozen every day.
Far from this county, my hornworms convey.
Olor, will you make all my hornworms go 'way?
Olor, won't you bless my Corojo 99?
A Cuban tobacco would suit me just fine.
It came from Robaina, and now it is mine.
Olor, won't you bless my Corojo 99?
Olor, can you flue-cure my Virginia Bright?
I sure would be pleased if it came out real light.
I'm fiddling with temperatures and the venting every night.
Olor, can you flue-cure my Virginia Bright?
Olor, you could bag all my blossoms right now.
I'd do it by myself, if I only knew how.
Don't want silk purse seed growin' an ear of a sow.
Olor, you could bag all my blossoms right now.
Olor, don't allow my Besuki to fail.
It's growing alright, but it looks mighty pale.
Please make it turn dark while it hangs on a nail.
Olor, don't allow my Besuki to fail.
Olor, my Havana, it's three twenty two.
It makes damn good stogies, although it is new.
Give it some sunshine and thick morning dew.
Olor, my Havana, it's three twenty two.
Olor, won't you bring me a shower today.
Hauling out my hose is the only other way.
But why get a backache when clouds are all gray?
Olor, won't you bring me a shower today.
Olor, give me corncobs as fat as my fist.
Making some pipes is really high on my list.
But climbing the ladder keeps spraining my wrist.
Olor, give me corncobs as fat as my fist.
Olor, if my suckers grew like the true deal,
Big leaves that have texture and thickness to feel.
I'd skip growing next year so my soil could heal.
Olor, if my suckers grew like the true deal.
Olor, I'm an old guy with joint aches galore.
Tobacco looks gorgeous, but growing it's a chore.
You could just grow it, and drop it at my door.
Olor, I'm an old guy with joint aches galore.
