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