Well the damn cracked hard just like a bull whip
cause it wasn´t takin´ no lip from the night before
as it shook out the street, the stew bums showed up
just like bounced checks, rubbin´ their necks
and the sky turned the color of Pepto-Bismol
and the parking lots growled
and my old sports coat full of promissory notes
and a receipt from a late night motel
and the hawk had his whole family out
there in the wind, and he´s got a message
for you to beware cause he be kickin´ your
ass in, in a cold blooded fashion
dishin´ out more than a good man can bear
I got shoes untied, shirt tail´s out, ain´t got a
ghost of a chance with this old romance
just an apartment for rent down the block
Ivar Theater with live burlesque
and the manager´s scowlin´, feet on his desk
boom boom against the curtain
you´re still hurtin´
and then push came to shove, shove came to biff
girls like that just lay you out stiff
maybe I´ll go to Cleveland or
get me a tattoo or somethin´, my brother
in law´s there
skid mark tattoo on the asphalt blue
was that a Malibu
Liz Taylor and Montgomery Clift
cumming on to the broads with the
same ol´ riff. Hey baby come up to
my place, we´ll listen to some
smooth music on the stereo, no thank you
got any Stan Getz records
no I got Smothers Brothers
so I combed back my Detroit
jack up my pegs, wiped my Stacy Adams
jacknifed my legs, yea I got designs
on a moving violation
hey baby, you put me on hold and I´m
out in the wind and it´s getting
mighty cold...
colder than a gut shot bitch wolf dog
with 9 sucking pups pullin´ a 4 trap
up a hill in the dead of winter
in the middle of a snowstorm
with a mouth full of porcupine quills

(scat)

yea well I don´t need you baby
It´s a well known fact
I´m 4 sheets to the wind
I´m glad you´re gone
I´m glad you´re gone
I´m finally alone
glad you´re gone, but I
wish you´d come home
and I struggled out of bed
cause the dawn was crackin´ hard like a bullwhip
cause it wasn´t takin´ no lip from the night before
as it shook out the streets the stew bums
showed up just like bounced checks
rubbin´ their necks, and the sky turned the
color of Pepto-Bismol
and my old sports coat full of promissory notes
and the hawk had his whole family out there
in the wind, he got a message for you to beware
kickin´ your ass in, in a cold blooded fashion
he be dishin´ out more than a good man can bear
well hey baby let´s take it to Bakersfield
get a little apartment somewhere