Dutch
Mind your step 
I keep the overhead low
Just the bed
And the books
And the rotary phone
Chicago Manual of Style
Keeps the prose right crisp
The Minneapolis edition,
Well it goes like this:

I talk way too fast
And I shoot from a glass
I keep Poe in the glovebox 
Plath on the dash
And there's nobody shotgun
I got enough gas
To get Vegas by daybreak
I'm [bad word] back
I'm pushing this luck 
All the way to the coast
I'm throwin it over
Just to see if it floats
I'm taking my chances,
I'm making my own 
Cause I've been pretty patient,
I'm ready to go.
 [bad word] ]
I'm the book 
That beat the speed-reader,
And I'm the card
The dealers won't touch
And it's just not [bad word] 
I'm a man-eater,
All the same,
We should probably go Dutch. 
Refrain.

Careful kid with that wolf-whistle
You never know what you'll attract
And you shouldn't make noise
To which you wouldn't
Want to listen
What's good for the goose is 
Good for the gander back -- 
And I'm packed and
I'm out before dawn
Leave a tip on the sink,
Ah the staff they work hard
I hit rain, I hit sleet,
But mostly weather stays good
Hit a deer on the I-80, [bad word] up the hood,
But you cant play for keeps
If you never draw blood.
You just brace and you breathe
You drive through the dust
You go through people and places 
You hope the engine can take it
They get you up on the blocks
On a regular basis.
Innocence is overrated
Based on what you haven't done
I don't need a poker face
Open book, smoking gun
Renegade agent,
I got no taste for their races [bad word] on whiskey and risk
And ennui and impatience.

[Repeat [bad word] ]

Love is like liquor
It burns when it moves you
Far as I figure
There's nobody fireproof
So thank you for the offer
It was [bad word] kind of you
I'd take you up on it,
But just passing through
Cause I talk way too fast
And I shoot from a glass 
I keep Poe in the glovebox
Plath on the dash
And there's no one in shotgun
I got enough gas
To get Vegas by daybreak
I'm [bad word] back.
No I'm [bad word] back