Lookin for Beaver
By Scott Wilcox
I grew up in a little bitty town in the heartland
Try to grow up in Wisconsin and call yourself a bluesman
I was lucky to find some friends that would take me
The kind of group of guys that would never forsake me
My best friendâ€™s mamma, sheâ€™s calls him the Beaver
She says she doesnâ€™t know why, but we donâ€™t believe her
We always liked him anyway but it was so embarrassinâ€™ to say.
Maâ€™am I wasnâ€™t looking for you, I was looking for Beaver.
I took my buddies down to, oh down to Mobile
After 9 months of winter you donâ€™t know how good the sun feels
I stick my feet into the hot sand a woman comes by all oily and tan and I say I wasnâ€™t looking at you I was looking for Beaver.
There was Scotty, Biff and Wally Melvin and Beav
The greatest group of guys that you ever did see
When it comes to buddies Iâ€™m a believer
cause maâ€™am I wasnâ€™t looking at you I was looking for Beaver.
So Itâ€™s like ten years later and I call him on the telephone
It keeps on ringin and ringin Iâ€™m thinking nobody's home
Finally his wife she gets on the line amd she says
Iâ€™m sorry he ainâ€™t home at this time and I say
I wasnâ€™t looking for you, no I wasnâ€™t looking for you
I was looking for Beaver
BEAVER I usually start looking at the nearest bar yeah,
Looking for Beaver