Madison City Parking Ticket Groove

Well I'm just sitting with my baby in a cold dark lazy room
My my it's half past nine
Those hazy lazy blues
It's Friday morn the world's to scorn
I sick it baby too
But a cat's a-sleeping on my back and I can't get away from you

I make it up but coffee keeps me tied up in the living room
Can't force myself to look down Mifflin St from here on Broom
Your creaky voice comes creeping through the creaky door
So you can tell me
Max it's dead
Come back to bed
To which I must be true

Until I saw electric light screaming down the one-way
I said hun I got to run lest I be caught in contempt
Of the law of Friday morn that says you got to get up early

Or play by the rules
You goddamn fool
I lost the race to save my face
And sitting in the glinting light
A ticket flapping in the wind
Madison city parking ticket groove

Ain't it hard bein a stranger
Ain't it hard losing your cool
I ain't no bard but let me tell you
I'll make mistakes but I'll make it through

Acquistioner I was but the grifter he wasn't far
"Officer I must confess I did transgress but hardly"
Standing in the sun he simply said
"What can be done"
Slack-jaw I was cause then he vanished into nothing

Oh grievances
You gave it up for them
You meticulously provided for me
Oh grievances
You gave it up for them
You meticulously abided by me

Now play by the rules
You goddamn fool
Now play by the rules
You goddamn fool
Play by the rules
You goddamn fool
Play by the rules
You goddamn fool
Play by the rules, play by the rules

Ain't it hard being a stranger
Ain't it hard losing your cool
I ain't no bard but let me tell you
I'll make mistakes but I'll make it through
I'll make it through
I'll make it through
Yes 'Ill make it through



Credits
Writer(s): Maxwell Niemann
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