Lyrics:

(GUITARS & BASS INTRO)

(spoken)

...city street

Hang out

Thumbs in pocket

Black jacket

Black jack

Dego-red

Manhattenized-Bohemia

Of Southern California,

Tough punk of

Cool, futuristic Montana...



(sung)

Well, have you ever been mixed up

Feel like you're in a stick-up, a hold-up,

A robbery in progress?

Well, I have



Well, have you ever been faked out

Feel like you're in a stake-out,

A cook-out, barbequed chicken?

Well, I have



Come on, mama, get on the yo-yo

We're all givin up down in the arroyo



Have you ever been stranded

Feel like you never landed,

A bandit, a merchant of Venice?

Well, I have

Well, have you even been tumbled

Feel like you're in a jungle,

A jingle, a town in New Jersey?

Well, I have



Come on, mama, get on the yo-yo

We're all givin up down in the arroyo

(SAX SOLO)



Well have you ever been hungry

Feel like you're gettin' ugly

Ornery, and everybody's greasy?

Well, I have

Well have you ever been zooey

Feel like you're David Bowie,

A truly unidentified person?

Well, I have



Come on, mama, get on the yo-yo

We're all givin up down in the arroyo

(SAX SOLO)



(spoken)

...there is a possibility of ...

Something running parallel...

What something is, it might be called

Something other than what could be the same thing,

But uh, what could be the right thing

In other words, it might be a contigent-pository,

If what you are doing at the same time

That you are doing something else...



... let's take, for example, if you were born on Lake Michigan...

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Lyrics are copyright 1976, Steve Cash