Spoof on the dance club scene
Southern California song writer.
Story behind the song
joking with a friend
Lyrics
The Ricochet Man
by Doug Buche 2012
1st Verse:
When we go out to nightclubs. When the girls come our way.
My buddy gets direct hits. I get the ricochets.
We're like a chick magnet. We put them in a spell.
He does all the attracting. I handle the repel.
Chorus:
Im a ricochet man. That is what I am.
So go ahead and shoot. We planned it that way.
I'm a ricochet man. Take your best shot.
Ill wait right here, for the ricochet.
2nd Verse:
Girls like his tall, dark, and handsome,
more than my short, buffed, and cute.
So he always gets the top half. I settle for the boots.
He accepts the chubby booty, cause he can isolate.
I prefer plain old beauty, so we split them up that way.
Chorus:
I'm a ricochet man. That is what I am.
So go ahead and shoot. We planned it that way.
I'm a ricochet man. Take your best shot.
Ill wait right here, for the ricochet.
Bridge:
Were not like Laurel and Hardy, more like Hall and Oates.
If we were brothers wed be Righteous, when it comes to
getting strokes.
3rd Verse:
He likes the short, petite girls, though hes over 6 ft. tall.
They watch him over my shoulder, cause I am so small.
I am some kind of doctor. I'm good at the books.
Hes a former model. Hes good at getting looks.
When we wade into the stream. We make a great team.
With our brains and our brauns, thats how we bait our hooks.
Chorus repeats and then surprise ending:
I'm a ricochet man. That is what I am.
So go ahead and shoot. We planned it that way.
I'm a ricochet man. Take your best shot.
Ill wait right here for the ricochet.
I'm a richochet man. That is what I am.
So go ahead and shoot. We planned it that way.
I'm a ricochet man. Take your best shot
I'll wait right here for the ricochet.
I'm a ricochet man. That is what I am
No Don Juans were harmed in the recording of this song.
Persons talked about in this song are fictional and any similarity of
gender, size, body parts, proportion, or proclivity,
to any one you know, is unintentional.
