Well there’s a right time and a right place 
Mexico City and a steel briefcase 
Filled with the soul 
Of a young man 
And there’s a holy ghost on the other side 
Looking for a bed to close his eyes 
While he gets away 
From the routine 
We on the go 
Route 66 
Convertible and a bunch of chicks 
I [bad word] 
Life’s been good to me 
Scotch on the rocks 
And pacific coasts 
Block the wind 
And Light the roach 
We outta here 
I’m signing off… 
(Don’t you close your eyes you’ll miss all the fun) 
We’re Almost Near The End. 
Well there’s a right time and a right place 
2 technics in a metal case 
And a bb gun 
Don’t shoot your eye 
And Kerouac is in the back 
Fill the shelf 
And clean the rack 
Its apropos, watup bro 
We on the go 
95 
Rocking till the wheels fall off the side 
Ain’t no rims to spin 
To my chagrin 
Insomnia 
pack of blues 
Coltrane speakers 
And converse shoes. 
Lace em up, we on [bad word]