Dutch 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 talk way too fast And I shoot from a glass I keep Poe in the glovebox Plath on the dash And there's nobody shotgun I got enough gas To get Vegas by daybreak I'm not coming back I'm pushing this luck All the way to the coast I'm throwin it over Just to see if it floats I'm taking my chances, I'm making my own Cause I've been pretty patient, I'm ready to go.
[Chorus:] I'm the book That beat the speed-reader, And I'm the card The dealers won't touch And it's just not true I'm a man-eater, All the same, We should probably go Dutch. Refrain.
Careful kid with that wolf-whistle You never know what you'll attract And you shouldn't make noise To which you wouldn't Want to listen What's good for the goose is Good for the gander back -- And I'm packed and I'm out before dawn Leave a tip on the sink, Ah the staff they work hard I hit rain, I hit sleet, But mostly weather stays good Hit a deer on the I-80, Fucked up the hood, But you cant 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. Innocence is overrated Based on what you haven't done I don't need a poker face Open book, smoking gun Renegade agent, I got no taste for their races I run on whiskey and risk And ennui and impatience.
[Repeat Chorus:]
Love is like liquor It burns when it moves you Far as I figure There's nobody fireproof So thank you for the offer It was truly kind of you I'd take you up on it, But just passing through Cause I talk way too fast And I shoot from a glass I keep Poe 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. No I'm not coming back