Mind your step I keep the overhead low Just the bed and the books and the rotary phone Chicago Manual of Style keeps the prose right crisp The Minneapolis Edition, well it goes like this: I keep Pope in the glovebox And there's nobody shotgun Cause I've been pretty impatient, I'm ready to go
That beat the speedreader And I'm the card the dealers won't touch And it's just not true I'm a maneater, All the same, we should probablly go Dutch
Careful kid with that wolf whistle You never know what you'll attract And you shouldn't make noise To which you wouldn't wanna listen What's good for the goose is good for the And I'm packed and I'm out before dawn Leave a tip on the sink, ah, the staff they worked hard I hit rain, I hit sleet, but mostly weather stays good Hit a deer on I-80 fucked up the hood But you can't play for keeps if you never draw blood You just brace and you breathe You drive through the dust You go through people and places You hope the engine can take it They get you up on the blocks on a regular basis But innocence is over-rated Based on what you haven't done I don't need a poker face Renagade agent, I got no taste for their races I run on whiskey and risk and ennui and impatience
That beat the speedreader And I'm the card the dealers won't touch And it's just not true I'm a maneater, All the same, we should probablly go Dutch
Love it like liquor it burns as it moves you Far as I figure there's nobody fireproof So thank you for the offer it truly was kind of you I'd take you up on it, but just passing through Cause I talk way too fast I keep Pope in the glovebox, Plath on the dash And there's no one in shotgun, I got enough gas To get Vegas by daybreak, I'm not coming back
That beat the speedreader And I'm the card the dealers won't touch And it's just not true I'm a maneater, All the same, we should probablly go Dutch