Bag Baby Bang Bust

This was written circa 1980 (updated a couple of times)



intro -

Some days were like a lot of other days,
and other days were kinda boring.

There's a crooner on the radio -
singing a song, singing a song,

"I'm an old young dude.
I'm almost twenty-two.
Tomorrow I'll be sixty-four.
What am I gonna do?
What am I gonna do do do now?
What am I gonna do?"

(yeah, yeah, yeah
baby, baby, baby
bang, bang, bang)



So anyway,
I slid to the side
crawled outta bed
staggered to the bathroom
almost half-dead
brushed my teeth
tried to comb my hair
gurned in the mirror
make out like I care
hell came along
so I swallowed my pride
took the plunge
an' I stepped outside
tried to stay calm
no time to waste time
I hit the streets
'an they were covered in slime
the pain went deep
"this sh*t ain't fair"
heads on the street
didn't know didn't care
I made da man
sitting so smug
pinpoint eyes
straight to the drug
I shimmied on over
whispered in his ear
how'reya bud
can ya sell me some gear
he says, sure I can sure
when yer down in the sewer
an' yer feelin' real sick
you know I got the cure,
then he took a little walk
came back in a while
palmed me a bag
and a reason to smile...

Later on

I bumped up the skag
became a new man
walked down the street
didn't care a damn
whistled at the sky
felt real fine
man if this is life
I could live it on a dime

bag

baby

bang


"I'm an old young dude.
I'm almost twenty-two.
Tomorrow I'll be... ?"


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