Lyrics

It ain't that far to the ditch, and there's trouble on the ridge And it ain't that far from the limousine to the gutter Donnie got the rundown, but it wasn't good Aftershave happened, and some sterile fuel Connie on the late scoot, looking for some real toot Arthur the gardener, he faded like phlegm There's a canine in the corner, that ain't sayin' all that much Hazel in the skyway, covered in blood He finally got his wifе away from him Tax her up a passkey, put her on a bus Frеight's a funny monkey, or almost a sapient Call it how you will, I'm a realist myself Nice to meet you at the revelry, at the studio party I might be a Scorpio, but I give good head Ask Pamela Robinson, ask Mrs. Doddridge Freight's a funny fuck, just ask him He's at Dick's den, why not?