don't stop the blues
chats, the
is a bird playing what ya sing?
we're listening to the sound of the beat
there's a plane on the 143
we skip a line or maybe two
because the bird plays singing out of tune
it leaves me nothing but the past
i get myself a pizza and i eat it
i get myself a beer and i drink it
i pack myself a cone when i need it
and i have myself a dart when i feel it