Lyrics: Heaven, Hell, Or Houston

Hello darling.
Surprised?
Yes, it's me again.
I have just returned from the island of Chandelier.
What am I doing in town?
Well, I'm glad you asked.
I'm just passing through in search of the ever elusive Thunderbird.

I got a job as a public relations man.
Passing out handbills on Austin Street.
Merely an effort to improve my financial situation,
And ward off a case of the D.T.'s
So farewell, my darling.
Perhaps we'll meet again
On some sin-infested street corner in Houston Texas.


"I Wanna Drive you Home"

She is an American car,
She isn't legal so she can't go far.
She got her mind stuck up in second gear,
Where she going ain't exactly clear.
Baby please, baby please, I wanna drive you home.

Low mileage without a pink slip,
Clean upholstery and it ain't been ripped.
She stripped her gears only late last night,
I don't think that thing was oiling right.
Baby please, baby please, I wanna drive you home.

She shakes and shimmies all over the road,
She's always happy when she carry a load.
Another lonesome automobile,
Something bout the way she makes me feel.
Baby please, baby please, I wanna drive you home.