Lyrics:

Hey Paleface, In The Morning Sun
hanging By The Fountain With Your Friends
little Early, To Be So Tired
or Late For Going Out On A Mend

well, Two White Boys On The Wrong Side Of Town
smiling Mighty Hard While The Money Runs Out
blue Eyes Bleeding In The Marquee Lights
so What's It Gonna Be
your Smokes Or Mine

neph Was Driving
think I Rode Shotgun
down By The Water, Chances Are
and The Summer, I'm Just Burning In Heaven
boning Up For Finals In A Bar
well, I Hear You Laugh When You Ask About Me
are You Coming Home For Christmas
come On, Pretty Please
spent In A Boxcar
wind Blowing In
transistor Radio, Bottle Of Gin

on The Way Home
neph Wasn't Feeling Too Good
so We Pulled To The Side Of The Road
he Was Kneeling, I Was Laughing
as He Tossed Himself All Over My Clothes

well, Two White Boys On The Wrong Side Of Town
smiling Mighty Hard While The Money Runs Out
blue Eyes Bleeding In The Marquee Lights
so What's It Gonna Be, What's It Gonna Be

two White Boys On The Wrong Side Of Town
smiling Mighty Hard While The Money Runs Out
blue Eyes Bleeding In The Marquee Lights
so What's It Gonna Be
your Smokes Or Mine

she's So Fine