Ten-eyelet Docs and faded jeans, they gave your pace a spring An empty pocket, head, or fridge didn’t really mean a thing You’d send your boot in front of you and let it find the ground And never care about the ground that was or wasn’t found
Roses were so red, and plucking them so sweet Tomorrow was another day, we didn’t care to meet A prowler for excitement at whatever chance or cost I opened up my lungs to that slick sense of getting lost
I’ve been down (How did it feel?) And it was no fun (Where d’ya wanna be?) I wanna be on top (Wup puddaboodah!) And I want you around
I’ve been out (And you’ve paid your dues) Now ain’t got no time (No time for blues) I’ve gotta see my muse
Silence sang so lusciously and darkness shone so bright There were treasures to discover under cover of the night I entertained myself up to the point of getting dull I dallied and let demons have a ball inside my skull
I’ve been down (How did it feel?) And it was no fun (Where d’ya wanna be?) I wanna be on top (Wup puddaboodah!) And I want you around
I’ve been out (And you’ve paid your dues) Now ain’t got no time (No time for blues) I’ve gotta see my muse
The comfort of a snowdrift in the quiet of a park The safety of an alleyway downtown after dark The wry charm of a loser that no one can defeat Rest assured the bottom will yield beneath your feet
Let space figure it out over time You've got drive, you've got groove, you've got rhyme You've got smokes and a light, you've got rum You are king, you are God, you're a Dharma bum
You've got to beat your own drum
lyrics: Petruccio music: Petruccio / Mickey harmonica: Robert Naczas acoustic guitar: Gleb Galushko back vocals: Marina Halo / Rosemarie Garcia-Prieto Viaud / Eugenia 'Ü' Dedos Blancos / Mickey electric guitar: Hugo Olano vocals: Petruccio Mickey: keyboards, programming, production