Back in the 1990s I was misbehavin’ at work with my friend Caroline and I invented a country singer persona for her and named her Ginger Cricket. I imagined her breakout song would be called ‘Pistol On My Nightstand.” Ginger Cricket doesn’t suffer fools lightly, especially when it comes to her men.
Pistol On My Nightstand
Gotta a pistol on my nightstand
Honey you’re a dead man
Don’t gimme your shit
Cos you’re so full of it
Darlin’ your tank got no gas
You ain’t gonna fill my dreams
With your sorry ass
So pack your bags sunshine
Cos a storm’s headin’ your way
Go ahead sugar
And make my day
Gotta pistol on my nightstand
Honey you’re a dead man
You messed with the wrong chick
You two-timing limp dick
Cos I’m Ginger Cricket
And don’t you forget it
Gotta pistol on my nightstand
Honey you’re a dead man
Cos I’m Ginger Cricket
And don’t you forget it
