Smile

Walking down the street about Clark and Adams
There sat old man Slim and his usual pile
Bending down to see that he was breathing
Said, "Hey, hey there, Slim, where did you get that smile?"

I got it from my head
I got it from my heart
I got it from a barmaid
Just about closing time

I got it from a fifth
I got it from a Franklin
That I got from a banker
In a generous state of mind

Somewhere between here and lucid slumber
Greasy headed kid on a Mongoose bike
Rolling down the street, or was he sleeping
Said "Hey, hey there, Kid, where did you get that smile?"

I got it from my head
I got it from my heart
I got from Atari
And some high-top neon crime

I got from a song
I got from a guitar
I got it from a record
From the Index five and dime



Credits
Writer(s): Mitch Deason
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