classic rock in spring / freeway in mind

hey how are ya?

you sure got a way of greeting a man

might i add the perfect sun tan

you're riding on your yellow schwinn

while blasting classic rock in spring

a couple of summer demons

with battery recharging

when you hear the bob seger song

you know i'll be long gone

cutting all my classes

like a hit of acid

hey how are ya?

like a dog on a telephone

there is nonsense sustaining

and staying on ya getting off

you find yourself much better off

feeling a bit less softer even

but coughing up a lung and then some

yeah

you know i got your battery recharger right here

and hey how are ya?

i got a freeway in mind

let go of my head

walk down my line

better be sure you'll be dead

i got a trumpet

i know where to dump it

i'm glad that you came if the sound is the same

sometimes my reckless ways

shock my self system for days

now i'm channelling my faze in an anacin haze

but it ain't gonna do me in

i know when to dump it

a hole in my way again

i'll surely just jump it

there was a kid in a tree among the birds and the bees

between bee hive and bird nest and i think you know the rest

he wanted to be free with them but they weren't believing

pecking and stinging him till he wasn't breathing

but it ain't gonna do him in

he'll just go to heaven

not done just a dreamer of ten or eleven

i've got a freeway in mind

let go of my head

walk down my line

better be sure you'll be dead

i got a trumpet

i know where to dump it