Spare Parts I (A Nocturnal Emission)

<br>well the damn cracked hard just like a bull whip<br>cause it wasn`t takin` no lip from the night before<br>as it shook out the street, the stew bums showed up<br>just like bounced checks, rubbin` their necks<br>and the sky turned the color of Pepto-Bismol<br>and the parking lots growled<br>and my old sports coat full of promissory notes<br>and a receipt from a late night motel<br>and the hawk had his whole family out<br>there in the wind, and he`s got a message<br>for you to beware cause he be kickin` your<br>ass in, in a cold blooded fashion<br>dishin` out more than a good man can bear<br>I got shoes untied, shirt tail`s out, ain`t got a <br>ghost of a chance with this old romance<br>just an apartment for rent down the block<br>Ivar Theater with live burlesque<br>and the manager`s scowlin`, feet on his desk<br>boom boom against the curtain<br>you`re still hurtin`<br>and then push came to shove, shove came to biff<br>girls like that just lay you out stiff<br>maybe I`ll go to Cleveland or<br>get me a tattoo or somethin`, my brother <br>in law`s there<br>skid mark tattoo on the asphalt blue<br>was that a Malibu<br>Liz Taylor and Montgomery Clift<br>cumming on to the broads with the<br>same ol` riff. Hey baby come up to<br>my place, we`ll listen to some<br>smooth music on the stereo, no thank you<br>got any Stan Getz records<br>no I got Smothers Brothers<br>so I combed back my Detroit<br>jack up my pegs, wiped my Stacy Adams<br>jacknifed my legs, yea I got designs<br>on a moving violation<br>hey baby, you put me on hold and I`m<br>out in the wind and it`s getting<br>mighty cold...<br>colder than a gut shot bitch wolf dog<br>with 9 sucking pups pullin` a 4 trap<br>up a hill in the dead of winter<br>in the middle of a snowstorm<br>with a mouth full of porcupine quills<br><br>(scat)<br><br>yea well I don`t need you baby<br>It`s a well known fact<br>I`m 4 sheets to the wind<br>I`m glad you`re gone<br>I`m glad you`re gone<br>I`m finally alone<br>glad you`re gone, but I <br>wish you`d come home<br>and I struggled out of bed<br>cause the dawn was crackin` hard like a bullwhip<br>cause it wasn`t takin` no lip from the night before<br>as it shook out the streets the stew bums<br>showed up just like bounced checks<br>rubbin` their necks, and the sky turned the<br>color of Pepto-Bismol<br>and my old sports coat full of promissory notes<br>and the hawk had his whole family out there<br>in the wind, he got a message for you to beware<br>kickin` your ass in, in a cold blooded fashion<br>he be dishin` out more than a good man can bear<br>well hey baby let`s take it to Bakersfield<br>get a little apartment somewhere