Lyrics
i was a low-down, drained-out ruckster
without a mission
she picked me up outside the doctor's
she was a vision
she took me on a trip in her Bugatti
on to the cabin
it was a first-class ride but oh, then
Easy Rider, Kafka, Kubrick
the sound goes off at random
you're talking like a whizz kid
what you're wrong about i can't spell
keep walking little whizz kid
well i was gathered like a washed-up lobster
pulled from the ocean
she was a funfair roller-coaster
without the motion
Rolling Stones, Bukowski, gremlins
the sound goes off at random
you're talking like a whizz kid
what you're wrong about i can't spell
keep walking little whizz kid
the sound goes off at random
you're talking like a whizz kid
what you're wrong about i can't spell
keep walking little whizz kid
checkered taxi driver picking _____(?)
the sound goes off at random
you're talking like a whizz kid
what you're wrong about i can't spell
keep walking little whizz kid
the sound goes off at random
you're talking like a whizz kid
what you're wrong about i can't spell
keep walking little whizz kid
