Jazz Sounds - Staten Island Version

In the morning, I put on my breakfast hat
I was hanging out with an acrobat
I swept the floor, I dirtied my shoes
Broke the law and drank some booze
Had a cop ask me, "Where are you now?"

And the plagiarist finished his book
From Kerouac, he had took
A desolation vision mode, destination on the road
Movie rights have been sold
Jazz sounds

I was talking to a diplomat
She was sorry for a Democrat
When you have no spine, what can you do?
Cannot walk, cannot move
Sit quietly when everyone's loud

In the evening, I had a Pepsi nose
I was bleeding all over my clothes
Aw, potent thoughts and impotent dreams
Watered-down pissing streams
Socially protected human beings
Reality clowns



Credits
Writer(s): Thomas Maguire
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