A Wig

Gabcast! ewe #7 - A Wig

A song about the enduring appeal of wigs. In this undated photo I'm wearing a little number from the Eva Gabor collection. It was known as 'Downtown' but on me it looked more like 'Trashtown'. If Eva knew what sights that particular number saw, she might never have started her line. My feeling is that wigs are children. All you can do is raise them the best way you know how and then let them out into the world to find their way and if that means me then so be it. At least the carpet matches the drapes. Look at it this way Eva. It could have been worse. It could have ended up on Zsa Zsa's head. I can just see the two of them in the afterlife fighting over one of Eva's wigs like an alternate world Dynasty. I know what some of you are thinking. That sounds like a nightmare. All I can say is, one man's hell is another man's heaven. At this point I would like to apologize to all the victims of Abu Ghraib but to be fair, the next time you find yourselves stacked up like cordwood try not to look so damn hot, As for the wig, it was a huge hit. I wore it for a gig at the 'Silver Dollar'. I also wore ripped tights, white cowboy boots, a halter and a chain mail jock. Sal wore nothing but a Japanese yew and a coke scowl. It was scandalicious. The best part was the audience. Those seven people never forgot that night.