Hot afternoon, sometime in June. Sittin' on the front porch waitin' on the moon. Talkin' to my neighbor next door ain't never ever very much fun. Go get my car and my guitar, ride through town with the top down.
See her dancing, see there Willie, see how reckless she lives. She's a wild one as everyone knows. Why what's wrong Willie, you're cryin', what have I done.
Somewhere there's a lady with a special set of feelings. That would love to sit and listen to the things I have to say. . Somewhere past the darkness that I see outside my window.
The working man works while the boss man sits in the shade. The working man works while the boss man sits in the shade. Some people make it, some people got it made.
Some hearts have all the fun they fall in love with one. And one says all it takes some hearts get out of breaks. Some people never cry life just goes flyin' by.
She's my baby lady. She's my baby child. Runnin' round in sun-suits. Drivin' daddy wild. . Lovely to look at. Beautiful to see. Looking like her mummy.
Shame bird is flying shame shame on someone. Shame bird is flying shame shame on somebody. That someone is me don't crook your finger at me if you see me walking by.
The writing on the wall. Changes everyday. Moving the lights about. . We live by stealth alone. By simple truths, that's our philosophy. Oh, what a perfect day.
Prison bound goin' staight to hell. Another fight jailed another night. Been cheated, been fooled--mama won't you pray for me. . Fast times, fast girls, fast cars.
Gonna smash bottles all over the street. Gonna cause a threat on society!. Yeah I can't wait to fuck it up. Gonna run wild gonna smash it up!. . Down in the heart of alphabet city.
You say you want a revolution. Lace up your boots, Let's hit the streets. You talk the talk--Oi!. C'mon and walk the walk!. . Hey Johnny boy come fight your battles.
Got up on a Sunday morning, after playing with my punk rock band. Feeling just a bit nauseous, must of drank way over my head. Nobody to answer to. No rules to compromise.
Roger Creager. . Sometimes I sit in my backyard, I kick back and drink iced tea. I stare all the way to the ocean and dream of how it would be. If I were a ship captain somewhere or an old fashioned sailor at sea.
Roger Creager, Kyle Hutton. . 61st floor way downtown,. From cubicle 423. You can't see what's coming down.. The mail lady brings a pink slip. And an empty box for my desk..
I met a little gal around Thibodaux, she said she was 18.. A hometown hottie she was good to go. My little Cajun queen.. . She's as hot as good country cooking..
Roger Creager. . Looks like I really screwed up again. Should've learned by now that I ain't never gonna win. I know the reason, I didn't even ask, I've heard it all from relationships past.
STREETS OF THIS CITY. . I BEEN WALKING THE STREETS OF THIS CITY. SEEN THE BOYS FIGHTING TO BE MEN. SEEN THE GIRLS WALKING LIKE LADIES. FOOLISH CHILDREN TRYING TO PRETEND.
SPIRITUAL DETECTIVE. . IN ANOTHER EXISTENCE. ONE YOU DONT EVEN KNOW. IT'S NOT SEEN THROUGH THE EYES. IT'S SEEN THROUGH THE SOUL. LIKE A SPIRITUAL DETECTIVE.