Blow Wind Blow

Mary’s on the black top
There’s a husband in the dog house
In the middle of a shakedown
She got
quiet as a church mouose
She found Raleigh’s on the dashboard
Sugar daddy caught a polocar
Ain’t no solitary
tap dance way down here
I swear I’s riding
on a field mouse
we were dancin’in the slaughterhouse
If you swing along the beltway
then you skid along the all day
cause I went a little crazy
and I sat upon a high chair
And I’m smokin like a diesel
way out here
Blow wind blow — blow me away here —
blow wind blow (repeat)