Hey, look out for my glass up there man!
thatand's my drink man thaand's my drink alright
make it a double or eh
sombody has to sing
somebody will sing
somebody will sing right?
i donand't know
Yand'all pall me that bottle
and iand'll sing you all a real song
yeah!
let me get my key ahum
Well iand'm looking through harlem
my stomach squeal just a little more
a stagecoach full of feathers and footprints
pulls up to my soap-box door
now a lady with a pearl-handled necktie
tied to the driverand's fence
breathes in my face
bourbon and coke possesed words
havenand't i seen you somewhere in hell
or was it just an accident?
you know how i felt then
and so a
Before i could ask was it the east or west side?
my feet they howled in pain
the wheels of a bandwagon cut very deep
but not as deep in my mind as the rain
and as they pulled away i could see her words
stagger and fallinand' on my muddy tent
well i picked them up brushed them off
to see what they say
and you wouldnand't believe
and'come around to my room with the tooth in the middle
and bring along the bottle and a presidentand'
And-eh sometimes itand's not so easy, baby
especially when your only friend
talks sees looks and feels like you
and you do just the same as him
gets very lonely up this road baby
yeah hmm yeah
Got more to say
Well iand'm riding through la ha
on a bicycle built for fools
and i seen one of my old buddies
and he say and'you donand't look the way you usually doand'
i say and' well some people look like a coin-boxand'
he say and'look like you ainand't got no coins to spareand'
and i laid back and i thought to myself, and i said this
i just picked up my pride form underneath the pay phone
and combed this breath right ou of my hair
and sometimes itand's not so easy
especially when your only friend
talks sees looks and feels like you
and you do just the same as him
I just got out of a scandinavian jail
and iand'm on my way straight home to you
but i feel so dizzy i take a quick look in the mirror
to make sure my friendand's here with me too
and you know good well i donand't drink coffee
so you fill my cup full of sand
and the frozen tea leaves on the bottom
sharing lipstick around the broken edge
and my coat that you let your dog lay by the fire on
and your cat he attacks me from his pil-box ledge
and i thought you were my friend too
man, my shadow comes in line before you
iand'm finding out that itand's eh not so easy
specially when your only friend
talks, looks, sees, and feels like you
and you do the same just like him
Lord itand's so lonely here hmmmm yeah
yeah!
pass me that bottle over there
yeah yeah ok
