All Dressed up in Blue (sung or read to the song Tangled up
in Blue by Bob Dylan)
She was hurtin’ when we first met
Soon to quit her job.
Well I helped her out with her boss, I guess
Even though he was a lying slob.
I went to work as fast as I could
With a badge upon my chest.
Saw Babs who had worked all night
And was sleepin’ like the rest.
She wore the clothes of security
And smiled as I came her way
She yelled over her shoulder
Just meet me at the cage
And we’ll just snooze
All dressed up in blue.
I had a job at the Burger King
Slaving as a cook was like hell
Well I never did fry those frozen fries
And one day the grease trap just fell
So I wandered down to the Filenes
Where they made me their new stock boy
Workin’ in the aisle of the underwear
Right beside a girl named Joy
Can’t see why they sent me home
that job is far behind
that job is far behind
Still work with lots of women
But she never escaped my mind
So I just knew.
All dressed up in blue.
She was workin’ with Jim at the gate
When I got reamed for a lazy affair
I was counting all the dirty truck’s freight
In the trailers so near
And later on as the trucks slipped out
Went to the Ogden
She was leaning there
In back of Jim’s chair
She said, honey you must be insane
I muttered lunch underneath my breath
She studied the lint on my face
I must admit I felt a little uneasy
When she bent down to tie the laces
Of my guard shoes.
All dressed up in blue
She fixed the noise on the radio
Offered me 905
She thought I’d never smooth Captain Zollo
He acts like the stubborn type
She opened up a book of rules
And read them all to me
givin’ by Agent Rick Pulumbo—
the shift of 7 to 3
and every one of them rules were true
and enforced from Control
to South Building
to Gate, Dock post and 925
yes! Irene too
all dressed up in blue.
Jack worked with her in the mezzanine
Eyeing the warehouse upstairs
Heard Henry groaning of the cold, all right
And Roland sipping a warm beer
They both felt that they were enslaved
There wasn’t anyplace to hide
She said, Henry’s jumpsuit’s got to go
Or he’ll end up fired.
And again that guy his mind flipped out
I signed the last St John’s
The only thing that I had to do
Was to wait for break at 2
And I hoped time flew
All dressed up in blue.
And now I’m at the docks again
I got to get to her somehow
Most patrolmen we used to know
They’re cashiers at Pizza Hut now
Henry is a mean Vulcan
Babs writes The Three Stooges Lives
Don’t know how it all got started
Don’t know when they hired that spy
But me I’m still at Bay 16
Just signin’ out another truck
We always did our jobs the same
We just sat there on a different post
And snoozed
All dressed up in blue
A parody I wrote in perhaps 1988 ish, not sure off the top
of my head. My first security gig, when I was a kid and in my own mind, it was
okay to be a security guard, not so much as an adult. It was Ogden Security in Braintree
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