Glamour Girl
Robillard Duke Lyrics


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Glamor girl, glamor girl
I'm cutting out on you
You just play a type of baby
And I ain't no use for you

Seven days, you play the races
Seven nights, you stay out late
You always caught in funny places
Every guy you think is great

Glamor girl, glamor girl
I find you,ll never do
You just play a type of baby
And I ain't no use for you

Twelve o clock is rising hour
You think that's a crime
You better find a better place for Charlie
`Cause I'm through feeding ya mine

Glamor girl, glamor girl
I find you,ll never do
You just play a type of baby
And I ain't no use for you

Now the fastest train that's leavin'
Is much to slow for me
Now the fastest train that's leavin'
Is much to slow for me

When all these years




I tried to believe you
That was just a foolin' me

Overall Meaning

The lyrics to Robillard Duke's song Glamour Girl tell the story of a man who has grown tired of his lover's flashy and superficial ways. The repeated line, "Glamour girl, glamour girl," serves as a reminder of the persona his lover has adopted, as though she's more concerned with her image than her actual character. The man finally decides to leave her, citing her habit of gambling on the races and staying out late, and her tendency to be attracted to every guy she meets. He warns her that she better find someone else to take care of her because he's done, and she's just playing a type of baby that he has no use for.


The imagery in this song is interesting - the idea of a "glamour girl" can be interpreted in many ways, but it immediately suggests a certain level of artifice and surface-level beauty. The line about "feeding" Charlie also adds to the picture of a woman who needs to be taken care of, who expects others to provide for her. The chorus becomes almost like a mantra, reminding us of the title character's main qualities and how the man feels about her. The final line feels like a moment of clarity for the singer; he's finally realized that he was being fooled all these years, and that it's time to move on.


Line by Line Meaning

Glamor girl, glamor girl
Addressing the person in question


I'm cutting out on you
I'm leaving you behind


You just play a type of baby
You act like a child


And I ain't no use for you
I have no need for you


Seven days, you play the races
You waste your week at the racetrack


Seven nights, you stay out late
You're out late every night


You always caught in funny places
You always end up in strange situations


Every guy you think is great
You're easily impressed with every man


I find you'll never do
I realize now you're not for me


Twelve o'clock is rising hour
Late at night is when you start your day


You think that's a crime
You believe it's okay to do so


You better find a better place for Charlie
You need to find someone else to take care of you


Cause I'm through feeding ya mine
I'm done taking care of you


Now the fastest train that's leavin'
Leaving for good now


Is much too slow for me
I need to get out of here fast


When all these years
After all this time


I tried to believe you
I wanted to trust you


That was just a foolin' me
But you were just playing me all along




Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Universal Music Publishing Group
Written by: BERNICE CARTER

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Kostas Antonopoulos

Μπράβο ρε Φώτη! Καταπλξκτικό βίντεο!!!!

Zokx Zoranovski

Only 66 likes???? WTF :) Duke Robillard,The best white Bluesman-ever!!!!

Neil Buckwalter

I saw him several times in this era, good times for sure!!

Herve vdb

The Duke is a King !

steve burchfield

SURE SOUNDS GOOD!!!! Lessons at SONIC JUNCTION!! FIRST TWO FREE!! GOOD STUFF!!

George Stefanakis

The man's MAJESTIC!!!

Bob Hughes

That's how a guitar should sound.

No.1

Never saw anyone play a hollowbody behind their head before. Impressive. Just tried the same with my SG. Stabbed myself in the back of the neck. These things just never work out for me. I guess that's where the blues really come from. Stabbing yourself in the back of the neck with a pointy guitar. Good thing I didn't get that BC Rich.

Harri Joy

He plays as smooth heas glass .........

leo vermeiren

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