Still in Paradise

I got stuck in paradise
I’m free in my head
Changed my attitude
And my head’s turned dred
I just met Mickey Maloney
On the beach down the shore
Said to call him in New York
And come knock on some doors
I thought it was kind
It’s not on my mind
I’m sitting here
Doin some quality time
This one’s for them babies bigots?
In Madison Avenue
In their stretch limosines
And three page contracts too
And the?? hair of the trendies?
Who didn’t have a clue
And if they did, didn’t know what to do
And for my buddies in freight elevators
And 8th Avenue
With their flight-cases and axes
And their tokens too
Intelligenes
Show shredded jeans?
But still survived by gigs and scenes
And for Bob and they boys
Down in Washington square
I miss you all, I just wish you were here
I got stuck in paradise
I’m free in my head
Changed my attitude
And my head’s turned dred
I just met Mickey Maloney
On the beach down the shore
Said to call him in New York
And come knock on some doors
I thought it was kind
It’s not on my mind
I’m sitting here
Doin some quality time