american dog
waiting on windy corner
where is my old friend?
american bum
standing in coffee shop door
i need a new friend
no more sable coats
or nights at the opera
for you or for me
right and proper, sir
perfect room temperature
the way you like it
a good martini
like a good faithful puppy
should not disappoint
but my dear fellow
you expect me to believe
you have no old friends
when i was your age
i had conquered the old world
and threatened the new
but now all is lost
in the american night
on the gray sidewalk
in the rain, the rain
outside on the gray sidewalk
where are my old friends?
1 comment:
"the answer, my friend, is blowin' in the wind..."
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