I walked down the alleyway
itching for my brown plaid
rapping two times and a scratch
for chewing gum entry-"butterfly nets"
as a breezer flew by the face stretcher cried
"WOO-HOO Harp get to peddling"
the sour mutt lets me in
fidgeting Dixie like I'm his nexus Slim
I roll up tabletop to catch the skinny
punching the bag with Izzy he leans me in
sketching something about Toms well gone dry
this didn't beat sweets for other drums
all I know is right now I got my acid glass
so I slink the gazers around catching the hubbub
many a Oliver twist skip fandango
while scattered on plank I see
A pill, a palooka, a munitions expert and other Janes
I figured to trigger me a trap and loosen some wax
down there with the huddled ankles
shouting out a round O hooch for these live wires
I ride the edge of sparks
"what line you got to spill stilts"
says the tongue of the bunch
I said no worries Mrs. Grundy
I just was making polite
she smiled and said "butt me Hugo"
flippin' open the f*g stash She finagles two
what's wrong with the flour-girl
I say nodding behind me
"She caught her old man with a necker"
"and has had that mug slapped for days"
that's the latest craze I say
he'll drag back soon enough for lunch
"twirl me stilts, and if your any good"
"maybe we can catch a late dance"
we cut the rug for an hour steppin on other toes
while sippin on some tall hard drinks
we were down the bottle with each other
no time flat, we kicked back a breath
and She handed me a mop
saying "lets mooch this joint"
I was pinned to this skirt,
and we flew out the coop
we looked a sight decked in our glad rags
kickin' up the dust, when a bull made our tag
he slapped on our engagement rings
and rolled me over, penning me
I sit here in the big house
while She went bull riding
one day, I wont be paddling this dry boat