So I'm packing my Bullets and Silvertones and heading east
Of a gloomy disruption that surfaced when you would sing
And they all said that you were the king
Chock full of amphetamines the overturned kick drum boom
To a brownstone up three flights of stairs and it's on, on, on, it's on
And your studies of fringe New York streets
Buying drinks for the poets upstate
Through days in a northern town that I had once called a home
If I could've had my way, this year would bridge '66 again?
And if the temp was lousy it was lost on all but you
And this town simply cannot compete
If I could've had my way, this year would bridge '66 again?
Set the pace with incomparable cool
And your studies of fringe New York streets
To a brownstone up three flights of stairs and it's on
This southern corruption towed you down the interstate
I was reading the pavement in every word you would speak
I was reading the pavement in every word you would speak
To a brownstone up three flights of stairs and it's on
Trust fund hipsters were casing the room
Such a pose I could simply not hold
