If I am looking sad please don’t despair There is after all a hint of peppermint hanging in the air I can’t go home I can’t go there I’m helplessly standing in the road to a place called nowhere If I am hunkered in the dark If you look and can’t find a light Not even a spark Don’t be downcast It’s all history now Everthing is all in my past It’s the roadway to nowhere And it’s littered with broken hearts and a broken chair Bullets are flying everywhere Would you care for an apple Maybe a cocktail or how about a delicious pear It’s the tollway to happiness and the hidden exit to nowhere You don’t need a ticket I’ll let you get on free But the ticketmaster has his price Open up your clipboard mind and you will clearly see If you find me slouched there in the corner Just place a flower there for me and little Jack Horner We’re traveling on the byway to a place called nowhere Trees are dying left and right Devastation is all around There’s lightning pulsating in the sky You never have seen such a sight Don’t feel bad Don’t you despair Morning will bring a fresh new light I can’t go home I’m all alone I’ve lost my hymnal and my telephone I’m just standing here by the highway that leads to a place called nowhere I know that look I’ve seen it before But before you turn away Before you close that door Stop to sing me one last song Let the rivers run wild Let everything else turn wrong I can’t go home I can’t go there I’m standing in the crossroads Do you think that’s fare
There’s no justice here in the United States Nothing here at all There’s no justice here in the United States None that I can recall Those little boys are running for their lives down the darkened hall While those other boys are out playing on the courts a game of basketball There’s just no justice here in the United States Nothing here at all No matter what you say be careful you don’t fall We got the homeless stumbling all about looking for a bite We got zoo keepers feeding the animals Now somehow that just doesn’t seem right I tell you there’s no justice here in the USA Nothing here at all I’m crying out there’s no justice in the United States On bended knees I pray We got money to spend on going to the moon But we can’t give an instrument to a kid so he can play a tune So he can stay at home and not go out and fight Now that doesn’t seem to me to add up That doesn’t seem to be quite right There’s no justice here in the United States None that I recall We got criminals running lose all over this land Time is moving on We’re running out of sand Pick up your tambourine and lend a stranger a hand ‘Cause there’s no justice here in the United States Nothing here at all There’s no justice I cry that I could ever seem to recall Oh we got fancy flashing cars that sop up gas that drive all about that are just meant for us While there in the shadows are those less fortunate who are forced to take the bus I tell you there’s no justice here in the United States There’s none here whatsoever There’s none here at all We’re all just waiting here waiting for the end Waiting for the fall
Poor boy He pays no rent He pays no dues He walks down the street He’s got no shoes Poor boy his throat is parched He can’t sing the blues He walks on down the street He ain’t got no shoes He’s standing there No way to turn Huddled there on the corner He’s listening to his stomach churn Poor boy he hears no voice he has no muse He walks on down the empty street He has no shoes His pantry is bare his heart is torn His eyes they just stare That’s what you get when you’re in downtown nowhere Poor boy He pays no rent He pays no dues He just walks on down the street He’s got no shoes There’s no one to sing his praises No one to pat him on the back No one to give him no raises Poor boy He takes no vacations and ain’t goin’ on no cruise He’s lost his opinions and he’s forgot all his views He walks on down that lonely street Look He’s got no shoes Poor boy
It’s right there in the Consitution Everybody’s got rights That’s an absolution I’m goin’ straight down to the railroad tracks Goin’ to build me a mansion right there next to them there shacks Everythin’ is lookin’ good what a beauiful sight We can boogie away till dawn’s first light Rocket’s red glare in the skies above Have some hotcakes enjoy and show your love I got a brand new hat and brand new shoes We’ll go out steppin’ how could you refuse Need to do my duty and cast my ballot Need to cook up some hot sauce and rock my pallet The faucet is leakin’ Don’t call the plumber We can go swimin’ it’s the beginnin’ of summer Let the bells ring out with freedom’s call Really good bein’ here Nice to see ya’ll Ain’t got no fever and my dog’s not sick Feelin’ right spry and my bones don’t click What’s that you say Hey diddle diddle Well I got some whiskey and a right fine fiddle Let’s all clap hands and sing a tune Don’t have to be ta work till tomorrow noon
The judge said boy approach the bench Spit out that gum and let go that wrench Now I see here your problems are psychosomatic What’s that that dropped out of your pocket Is that an automatic Baliff what’s going on here You’re not doin’ your duty Ya all deserve a swift kick right in your booty Well the room went wild Some got to drinkin’ wine some were sippin’ port The judge hollered order order Order in the court Now I see here in your file you got a rap sheet longer than a country mile Peace on earth and good will to men If you let me go judge I’ll never sin again You know how many times I’ve heard that before I should throw you in the pokey and slam the door Judge I raise my hand in witness to the Lord I’ve changed my life Oops From out of his sleeve slipped a brand new knife Well praise God for blessed are the meek and love thy neighbor That’ll get ya five to ten at hard labor
These foolish men They sit amongst themselves Amongst the buffalo hides These foolish men They know not of credit cards Nor the thrill of ferris rides They camp and carve ceremonial bone Trading tales of other years These foolish men What do they know of a morgtage or of a home loan They grow a simple crop That’s the essence of their careers They look for their center They endure through spring summer fall and winter They listen to the mountains speak These foolish men They rejoice beside the river by the banks of the creek What do they know of rock and role or the sound of be-bop Yes what do they know They are so few Well I think they know more than me and you
Did you ever have lunch with a cannibal Could you do it Would it be doable Isn’t that a picture Isn’t that a site What if he said come on over let’s have a bite What if he remarked all was finger licking good What ideas might pop up Maybe you misunderstood Suppose he remarked isn’t this fine isn’t this a treat Wouldn’t you pause to wonder where he got the meat Sure he complimented you he said you were looking trim Well you wouldn’t want to suddenly back away and you wouldn’t want to completely ignore him He just might overly react He just might take offence He might give you the cold shoulder or he might throw it over the backyard fence
She came out of the Gulf of Mexico Up my front porch I could hear her listening to zydeco Hello she called Anybody at home I felt I should pack my bag I should begin to roam Hello I replied and what’s your name She said I’m hot I’m on fire They call me Flame Well she came right out of the Gulf of Mexico Onto my front porch and she was listening to zydeco Like I said I’m trying hard to explain Something told me to pack my bags and take the very first train I mean she was hot she was fire And I could feel the heat I cold feel desire I know I should’ve grabed my valise and run out that front door I should have booked on out to some far away place like Shanghai or Singapore Well you know dam well I didn’t There’s no one else but me to blame I just got to close to the heat I got to close to Flame Now we’re just sitting around in the ashes and the embers Nothin’ left of this old house Not even the chimney or any of its timbers
She was standing there in the road in a bright blue dress Next to her was a stolen car in an awful mess Pardon me I said May I ask what’s your destination She said I ‘m a lost princess from the Indin Nation Well you know I wasn’t quite sure I had my doubts But lots of things don’t look just right here abouts She said I was on my way to communion That’s when I had my purse stolen outside of Western Union She had me there I didn’t quite know what to say The preacher said Let’s all bow our heads give thanks and we all began to pray Well there was this old cow over there in the meadow collapsed and died Somebody rose up and gave testimony about the greatness of this country and somebody said something about pilgram’s pride She asked if I cared to make a charitable contribution Right then the Senate vetoed a controversial resolution Now I’m not the sharpest tac in the box But this gal didn’t look anywhere as innocent as Goldie Locks She said I’m dying of consumption and if you could reach out with a hundred dollar bill I’d be eternally grateful and I’ll put you in my will The cavalry office cried oh my lord Fell off his horse and broke his sword Sure didn’t heed the signs Gave her a check we had a few beers Haven’t heard from her estate since been over fourty years
I’m going to sit down and write a poem of gigantic proportions Without any hitches glitches or any kind of distortions Twinkle twinkle little star No That has been used I ‘m so upset I’m so confused Let’s go then with roses are red violets are blue Oh my God I forgot That has already been used too Maybe I’ll write something using the Egyptian hieroglphic I’l get red hot I’ll write and write I’ll be terrific I’ll be totally prolific Now you know there’s thousands of words in the dictionary I could pick Wonderful words that I could chose This shouldn’t be hard Look here Here’s a word I’ll use I’ll just start with lard No no I suppose I better stop I better stop right here I just better forget it If I were to continue on I’m absolutely sure I’d regret it
