“Hey Lordy, be a good rascal and join the band.”
. . . you caught me in a squeeze play on the cheesy side of town.”
“I’ve been down, but not like this before.”
“You just keep playin’ that down home beat . . .”
“And you know you’re over the hill/ when your mind makes a promise that your body can’t fill.”
“You bring your guitar and I’ll bring the wine/ we’l blow out our speakers, one more time.”
“Pick me up in your brand new car/ shake the short change from the old fruit jar.”
“Better San Juan than that blue collar hell.”
“Street is stream so it carries you past your present schemes, til there is no end.”
“Well I did my time in that rodeo/ fool that I am, I’d do it all over again.”
“ Well I stepped inside and stood by the door/while a dark-eyed girl sang and played the guitar.”
“Smuggled some smokes and folks from Mexico . . .”
“Roll another one, just like the other one/ ‘cause you been holding’ onto it. . .”
“My telephone was ringing, they tell me it was Chairman Mao . . .”
“Lady in a turban, cocaine tree/ she does a dance so rhythmically . . .”
“Don’t the sunrise look so pretty, never such a sight/ like rollin’ into New York City, with the skyline in the morning light.”