"It ain´t my fault
It´s 6 ´o´clock in the morning"
He said
As he came up out of the night

When he found I had no coins to bum,
He began to testify
Born in a depression
Born out of good luck
Born into misery
- In the back of a truck..

I´m telling you this mister
Don´t be put off by looks
I been in the ring and I took those right hooks

Oh the loneliness
Used to knock me out - harder than the rest

And I´ve worked for breakfast
´N I ain´t had no lunch
I been on delivery and received every punch

Suddenly I noticed that it weren´t quite the same
Feel different one morning maybe it was the rain

But everywhere I looked all over the city
They´re runnin´ in an out of the bars
Someone stopped for a pick-up driving one of those cars
Y´see I allways wanted one of those cars
Long black ´n shiny an´ pull up to the bars
Honk your horn, put down your windows, push yer button,
Hear it coming in
You can say I can see the light... roll!
Forward! Drive! Green lights! Green lights!
Intersection city coming a running comeback home I run back
Not that strong now
Yes who´s there now, can I help you? Calling Intel station light

Did you put your money in? Yes I put it in
It say go, I say go, she say go, so we say go
Cos I can see the light all night tonight this night right now
Coming on forward motion across the ocean
An´ up the hills yeh boys let´s strike for the hills
While that petrol tank is full
Gimme a push gimme a pull
Gimme a llama gimme a mule
Gimme a donkey or gimme a horse

Down the avenue
So fine
In style