Tulsa

You taste of potato chips in the morning Your face has the Marlon Brando club calling And who would have thought that I'd owe it all to Tulsa And that fat guy with the green shirt that we both signed together Once he hears this song won't live it down forever Your suit was the whitest thing since you-know-who I fear that that savior I mentioned may be you And who would have thought that I'd owe it all to Tulsa And that poor girl who waited in the rain for hours to meet me (not you, baby) Once she hears this song won't live it down completely And I owe it all to Tulsa, Oklahoma This is just a reminder Of the antique shop that I want to go back to and visit when it's open In Tulsa, Oklahoma Just in case you don't appreciate this song about you