| Losing a nut | |
| Working on my carburetor | |
| listening to the 'Pogues'; | |
| set my wrench down on the fender | |
| and think about this girl. | |
| See her sitting in a cafe | |
| studying Spanish and drinking Coke. | |
| She smiles at me and makes me shiver. | |
| I just want to -- Damn, I dropped a nut. | |
| Take a drink of cool Budweiser, | |
| tell my dog ta get out'a the street, | |
| wipe the grease off of my hands; | |
| wish I had her by my side. | |
| May I sit down at your table? | |
| Remember we had that poetry class? | |
| We talk a while | |
| but her eyes are all -- | |
| Her eyes... If I could just get -- | |
| That's better. Now for the vacuum | |
| hose. Her eyes are... | |
| Fuck, she's all-over beautiful. | |
| Saw her once out at'a park | |
| Bands were playing she was dancing | |
| I couldn't speak - | |
| she didn't smile. | |
| So now we're sitting and I'm listening | |
| God, her smile her eyes | |
| Want to tell her ___ | |
| She says she has to go. | |
| It's sure been nice talking to you. | |
| Hope we meet again someday. | |
| Watch her glide right through the tables | |
| I'll prob'ly never see her again. | |
| Tighten down the carburetor, | |
| take a toke on last night's roach, | |
| slam the hood on my old Ford truck | |
| and take 'er down the road. |