The Man In the Waistcoat

West coast, east coast This question is for you in the waist coat What about us in the mid-west? People like to boast Pork and beans and roast beef And other simple stuff Like dumplings and toast All the things that perish with the eating Sleeping through productive meetings I know you think I'm tripping But get a grip I'm also guilty. No kidding You ask me how I know all this And the answer is simple I saw you sitting under the fig tree Go figure, you are the whiz kid But in a moment I'll clue you in You say people look like trees walking Singing twisted lyrics about feelings You say you just want to make a killing No hard feelings It's all about the Benjamins Images of bags filled with greenbacks But I doubt it, and I'll tell you about it Some are drowning Runaway notions about emotions I see you loud and clear You'll have to know I'm not far but near You keep on causing commotion With your explosive concoctions Contorting misdirected souls She sang beautifully in the choir But is now hooked on synthetic fire Unfettered thoughts and desires I hope you feel my ire Tooting horns and screeching tires Choo-choo, there it goes Iron centipede Runaway train speeding across town Stop the world I want to get on Collection of lost souls chasing a lost cause Moving fast, hurtling past, grabbing about Hoping to get their name announced Jostling for their name to appear somewhere Stop the car I want to get on Get me on the fast track, I'm going nowhere Stop the train I want to get off