Nice to Be Wanted

Rather than blogging, I've been spending my summer attending conferences, hanging out with my family and friends, surfing, working on a paper about consent theory, and indulging in a new hobby: composing and performing songs at open mikes. I've set a goal of performing three new songs each time I play at my favorite local open mike, held the first Monday of every month. Much of what I've written doesn't concern legal or economics topics, though of course I invite interested readers to check out the songs I've written about romance, drinking, taoism, and so forth.

My most recent song, Nice to Be Wanted, offers a message that will surely resonate with friends of markets, however. Follow that link if you want the chords and other tips on how to play it. (Be forewarned: To nail the song's Country and Western style, you'll need to get your twang on.) Here are the lyrics:

Nice to Be Wanted
Verse 1:
You prob'ly think I live a boring life.
I pay my bills. I love my kids and wife.
But you can bet I've got an outlaw side.
Listen up! I'll tell ya' how I ride.

Verse 2:
For example, just the other day,
I turned right on a red—without stoppin' all the way!
Then I hit 38, drivin' back home,
Through a 35 miles-per-hour zone!

Refrain:
It's real nice to be wanted, by a purty little lady.
It's real nice to be wanted, by your lovin' ma and pa.
It's real nice to be wanted, by the folks who sign your paycheck.
But it's not nice to be wanted, when you're wanted by the law.

Verse 3:
But you know, I'm not the only one.
Some folks smoke and drink, before 21!
'N I heard tell, some guy in Oregon,
Pumped his own gas, at the fillin' station.

Verse 4:
A charmin' lady down New Orleans' way,
Dared to sell an unlicensed bouquet.
Her local florists don't like competi-shun.
They play monopoly—but not for fun!

Refrain

Verse 5:
We can't help it if we break some rules.
Politicians, and their fools,
Have rolled out red tape by the ton,
So they can keep us on the run!

Refrain

Coda:

The doggonned law.
The confounded law.
The nit-pickin', lousy, frickin, 'noveau-Prussian, freedom-crushin', law.

Fin.

As always, I've taken care to nail down the legal citations. The reference to Oregon concerns a statute (O.R.S. section 480.330) that forbids retail gasoline customers from pumping their own fuel. (New Jersey imposes a similar restriction, but does not admit the same easy rhyme.) The Louisiana florist's sad tale also proves all too true, as the Institute for Justice, champions for the would-be florist's rights, can tell you.


[Crossposted at Agoraphilia and Technology Liberation Front.]