Hey look out for my glass up there man!. That's my drink man tha's my drink alright. Make it a double or eh. Sombody has to sing. Somebody will sing. Somebody will sing right?. I don't know. Y'all pass me that bottle. And I'll sing you all a real song. Yeah!. Let me get my key ahum. Well I'm looking through harlem. My stomach squeal just a little more. A stagecoach full of feathers and footprints. Pulls up to my soap-box door. Now a lady with a pearl-handled necktie. Tied to the driver's fence. Breathes in my face. Bourbon and coke possesed words. Haven't I seen you somewhere in hell. Or was it just an accident?. You know how I felt then. And so a. Before I could ask was it the east or west side?. My feet they howled in pain. The wheels of a bandwagon cut very deep. But not as deep in my mind as the rain. And as they pulled away I could see her words. Stagger and fallin' on my muddy tent. Well I picked them up brushed them off. To see what they say. And you wouldn't believe. 'come around to my room with the tooth in the middle. And bring along the bottle and a president'. And-eh sometimes it's not so easy baby. Especially when your only friend. Talks sees looks and feels like you. And you do just the same as him. Gets very lonely up this road baby. Yeah hmm yeah. Got more to say. Well I'm riding through la ha. On a bicycle built for fools. And I seen one of my old buddies. And he say 'you don't look the way you usually do'. I say ' well some people look like a coin-box'. He say 'look like you ain't got no coins to spare'. And I laid back and I thought to myself and I said this. I just picked up my pride form underneath the pay phone. And combed this breath right ou of my hair. And sometimes it's not so easy. Especially when your only friend. Talks sees looks and feels like you. And you do just the same as him. I just got out of a scandinavian jail. And I'm on my way straight home to you. But I feel so dizzy I take a quick look in the mirror. To make sure my friend's here with me too. And you know good well I don't drink coffee. So you fill my cup full of sand. And the frozen tea leaves on the bottom. Sharing lipstick around the broken edge. And my coat that you let your dog lay by the fire on. And your cat he attacks me from his pil-box ledge. And I thought you were my friend too. Man my shadow comes in line before you. I'm finding out that it's eh not so easy. Specially when your only friend. Talks looks sees and feels like you. And you do the same just like him. Lord it's so lonely here hmmmm yeah. Yeah!. Pass me that bottle over there. Yeah yeah ok