T-Bone

Me and T-Bone on the road to town It's like I'm walking with a talking machine Just as soon as he thinks of something else He won't wait to interrupt himself Must be something that he can't quite say He just doesn't want to leave it that way Although he may not know it yet Unless I miss my bet He's just trying to forget What his heart remembers I see that T-Bone got an automobile Low-loping and open to the sky All night behind the hurricane wheel Riding in the eye All day underneath the hood Mondo Bondo, plastic, wood He needs a mile of masking tape If he wants to keep his ship in shape Someday to escape What his heart remembers Oh yes, what his heart remembers T-Bone's not alone, not alone Looks like he gets a second chance It's Mamarama and Lumalamalu Want to take him to recovery dance He's looking like he gets his meatsuit back I guess he must have missed the crack attack Still he's riding for a fall 'Cause it's written upon the wall Now he must recall What his heart remembers What his heart remembers yeah now