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Foghorns blowing, all day sirens, |
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Long trip, still unwinding. |
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Had trouble getting out of bed, |
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Basked in the grey of fog instead. |
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Phone rang, sun ain't shining, |
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City I live, uphill and trying. |
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Walked 'round the corner, |
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Kid said "What the zing, that bird has a broken wing," |
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Sister cracked diamonds in two, |
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They laughed, that pigeon flew, |
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Into the street, market at Hyde, |
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Bus came, that pigeon died. |
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I'm outside, gotta come see you, |
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There's something I've gotta tell. |
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There's a burning in my body, |
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Little sip, bro, I'll be well. |
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What kind of man travels and sings? |
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No kids, no food to bring |
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Home in his trunk, home to his stable |
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Family with a picnic table. |
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Oh melody, why all this? |
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Why you dodging my every kiss? |
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Okay, so I brought home a little sting |
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From a girl who didn't mean anything. |
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Smoked like a chimney, dressed like a witch, |
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Didn't even speak much English. |
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Met her at midnight, took her in my room, |
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She didn't even stay past 2. |
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Could have been Belgian, could have been French |
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Could have been Dutch, I didn't get a chance |
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To get a number, to get a name, |
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Went to sleep, woke up and got a train. |
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I know you're hating me pretty bad, |
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But I ain't some tool named Brad, |
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Up at seven, home by five, |
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Hasn't got it up since winter time. |
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I really love you more than that, but I'm half man, other half alley cat. |
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I really love you more than that, but I'm half man, half alley cat. |
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Foghorns blowing, cats are hiding, |
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Goddamn, blue angels flying. |
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Having trouble falling asleep, |
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Gotta get to the doctor this week. |
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Went to his office, told him about the trip, |
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Checked it out, wrote me a slip. |
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He said "It seem you're too often, |
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Next time use a little more caution," |
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Sat me down, had a little chat |
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"Men are men, but we're all half alley cat," |
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Sat me down, had a little chat |
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"Men are men, but we're all half alley cat." |
