honking and grunting from
the gutbucket of hell,
angry as a burning parrot,
crazy as ju-ju,mad as the third eye,
divine and terrible,beyond all sense
a tenor sax that spikes your heart...
you got it man, you got it....
I'm sitting on my front porch stepp
Me my brew my dog named Shepp
Watching all the lovely people driving by
Some even stop just to talk to me
Others drive by thinking I don't see
Some on the phone just like they're at home
All of them so scared to be alone
I'm sitting on my front porch step
Me my brew my dog named Shepp
Watching all the lovely people driving by
If I had my way I'd just
Make them smile
Just to make them happy each, and every mile
Just to make their journey seem, worth their while
I'm sitting on my front porch step
Me my brew my dog named Shepp
Watching all the lovely people driving by
People driving by
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