| I was high I was dry in my warm latrine |
| I had just settled down with a good magazine |
| Boston was electric tonight |
| Larry Bird was on a roll |
| Every single shot landed |
| He was on cruise control |
| Up to Cushing Avenue |
| With your Ma and your Pa |
| Even Kyle Mooney wondering what the hell? What the fuck? |
| As I slipped him a hundy underneath his little coat |
| When he reached out I handed him another C note |
| Well I guess I needed cheap thrill and long limousine |
| I hankered for whiskey and pretty ladies plenty |
| I hunkered right down and I passed me around |
| I fell asleep under a Satanic spell |
| I wrestled with substance I struggled for fame |
| But I came back singing this melody |
| Yes I came back whistling a pretty melody |
| So said melody it will happen now |
| My dreams are out there |
| Somewhere on that motorway |
| In the back of a truck in the rear of a van |
| In a box stacked head high |
| With life flying by man! |
| I guess it had to be this way? |
| See, a dream if just an ignition point |
| Causing quite the spark |
| Lighting up the joint |
| Can I get a witness now? |
| Can anybody show me how? |
| And just then Kurt Elling and Al Jarreau |
| Came singing in tongues, modulating in fourths |
| They asked me to join in I feigned no reply |
| But I leaned over and I scatted Charlie Parker’s lullaby |
| You know Orville and Wilbur were the first in flight |
| From old Kitty Hawk, they did what was right |
| In front of their eyes as the eagle flew |
| An industrial revolution… The Big Snafu |
| My dreams are out there |
| Somewhere in that in milky way |
| In the back of a truck, in the rear of a van |
| In a box stacked head high |
| With life flying by man! |
| I guess it had to be this way? |
| See, a dream if just an ignition point |
| Causing quite the spark |
| Lighting up the joint |
| Can I get a witness now? |
| Can anybody show me how? |