Lyrics:

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