running over our feet
running out of gas
We got no more cash
we're gonna start walkin
and no we're not stoppin
It's a high time
to get the hell outta here

We got a girl
She sings
"Mexicali Blues"
(Doo-woppa-doo)
she puts flowers in her hair
she looks like a flower
blooming when her
body is bare
She's more
lively than Janis
More lovely than Grace
She'll take a swig of whiskey
Charm her way to your room
Leaving you
with longing
take out your moon

Gypsy lives
Lusty eyes
Falling for each other
No need for pride
Free sex, free love
Free appetites

Rollin along
On a subway sreetcar
Song
A boy's body is warming
To the sounds of the
brakes
That's all it
Takes
He grabs a
Sorry-eyed sweetheart
Gives her a whirl
She lets go her skirt
And loves the world


Simultaneous love
Fading faster than
Lightning bolts
screaming for
Winter coats
And centimeter antidotes
That go for two miles
Without admitting denial
While your backseat's
Goin senile


We come together
To be the free world
Drink wine,
Drink the sky
Live side by side
And run

...whytt*06