We’re busy doubling here
That petite coed she also robs banks
And dear lost idea I just thought you again
while you were tailing prose
And then we sail to Europe
Greeted by seas of cheer
In France we’re mobbed
with broken contracts
Everyone who was anyone else
guards their image
If you call me to your ear
I might skip the perfumed mezzanine
Off screen I run the books
while your mustache invites forty for dinner
Oh mama and your air kisses
Were you dead before you bore me
The girl behind the bar already
talked back she’ll get fired
or die she’s framed America’s famished
and drinks are chasing the house