(Guitars & bass intro)
(spoken)
... City street
Hang out
Thumbs in pocket
Black jacket
Black jack
Dego-red
Manhattenized-Bohemia
Of Southern California,
Tough punk of
Cool, futuristic Montana...
(sung)
Well, have you ever been mixed up
Feel like you're in a stick-up, a hold-up,
A robbery in progress?
Well, I have
Well, have you ever been faked out
Feel like you're in a stake-out,
A cook-out, barbequed chicken?
Well, I have
Come on, mama, get on the yo-yo
We're all givin up down in the arroyo
Have you ever been stranded
Feel like you never landed,
A bandit, a merchant of Venice?
Well, I have
Well, have you even been tumbled
Feel like you're in a jungle,
A jingle, a town in New Jersey?
Well, I have
Come on, mama, get on the yo-yo
We're all givin up down in the arroyo
(Sax solo)
Well have you ever been hungry
Feel like you're gettin' ugly
Ornery, and everybody's greasy?
Well, I have
Well have you ever been zooey
Feel like you're David Bowie,
A truly unidentified person?
Well, I have
Come on, mama, get on the yo-yo
We're all givin up down in the arroyo
(Sax solo)
(spoken)
... There is a possibility of...
Something running parallel...
What something is, it might be called
Something other than what could be the same thing,
But uh, what could be the right thing
In other words, it might be a contigent-pository,
If what you are doing at the same time
That you are doing something else...
... Let's take, for example, if you were born on Lake Michigan...
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Lyrics are copyright 1976, Steve Cash
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