Fly on a Windshield / Broadway Melody of 1974 (Live from The Shrine Auditorium, Los Angeles, CA, 24th January 1975)

Lyrics

There's something solid forming in the air The wall of death is lowered in Times Square No-one seems to care They carry on as if nothing was there The wind is blowing harder now Blowing dust into my eyes The dust settles on my skin Making a crust I cannot move in And I'm hovering like a fly, waiting for the windshield on the freeway Echoes of the Broadway Everglades With our mythical Madonna's still walking in their shades Lenny Bruce declares a truce and plays his other hand Marshall McLuhan, casual viewing Head buried in the sand Sirens on the rooftops wailing, but there's no ship sailing Groucho with his movies trailing Stands alone with his punchline failing Ku Klux Klan serve hot soul food And the band plays "In the Mood" A cheerleader waves her cyanide wand There's a smell of peach blossom and bitter almond Caryl Chessman sniffs the air and leads the parade He knows, in a scent you can bottle all you made There's Howard Hughes in blue suede shoes Smiling at the majorettes Smoking Winston Cigarettes And as the song and dance begins The children play at home With needles, needles, and pins