It was a fine left coast morning

And I found myself planted outside

The Cap 'N' Cork

Tipping back the hops

In order to calm my dancing hands

You see I usually don't play

The tied-up watchdog routine

Looking up and down the street

But this is the corner

Joey A., my car and I

Were supposed to meet



You see Joey The Amateur and I

Were out clinkin' glasses last night

When I got three sheets to an ill wind

Myself being in possession

Of a fine Double 5 Lincoln convert

Joey offered to skip me back to the crib

I awoke to a barren driveway

And a neighbor started to chide