Lyrics

Trusting in the breeze I fed my way to this hotel Uh huh The sundown on my spirits Where the needles on the trees love hissing At a king uncrowned Uh huh. As he founders toward the sound Of the Big Band Lounge Care to see me sway like a windshield wiper? Then the big hand hits the six That's when they know I get hyper In my wingtips, black sox, and diaper x3 Let the world sail on. I dont miss it, I dont care that its gone No, no Like Robinson Caruso with cirrhosis up ahead That cellar is full of Bandol red Uh huh For a one time thoroughbred But I guess I'm proud, proud to meet you death Its time to pay the damned piper And crush the cuban cigar out right on the kitsch ceramic tiger In my wingtips, black sox, and diaper x3 Wingtips, black sox, diaper x2 I'll throw down this cheerful boutonniere and swim out with the rip To stop the echo down the hallway Emptying time with faucet drips... Till then its wingtips, black sox, and diaper... In my wingtips and my black sox... I see vapor trails Ba ba ba Bubbles in champagne