Pony Takes a Powder

Pony got caught in a bad, bad scene
Couldn't tell life from a joke or a dream
He's been wrapped on the knuckles and thrown in the clink
Now he's hot wired the car that's gonna drive him to drink

Charlie took up on the invitation
Spent the rent on a fast education
He used to be straight like the crease in his pants
But boy, oh boy, how the girl could dance

Thin as a razor, sharp as a suit
Straight to the point, baby, don't get cute
'Cause the rats run wild underneath the streets
And God plays dice while the fat cats feast

The cops bust in on Charlie's hood
Pony been well, but he ain't no good
He huffed and he puffed and he pulled out a gun
He blew the pig down, and he went on the run

Now Pony's a fugitive, Charlie's a drunk
Life in a bottle or out of a trunk
Something's gone missing, and it ain't just the dough
Pack up the dodge baby, we gots to go