Speedy
He played his riffs at break neck speeds so he never knew his parts
No woman knew his needs so he never sold his heart
Some say he sold his sold his soul laid away at Wal-Mart
He gets to start again but he doesn't know when to start
Speedy watchin t.v. on his radio
He's always turning the dial
Speedy watchin t.v. on the radio
Never listens never smiles
She prayed night and day that he'd be home to stay
He never needed her except when he needed laid
Now he's drunk again every night and day
And from Jack's grip he'll never get away
Speedy watchin t.v. on his radio
He's always turning the dial
Speedy watchin t.v. on the radio
Never listens never smiles
Speedy watchin t.v. on his radio
He's always turning the dial
Speedy watchin t.v. on the radio
Never listens never smiles
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