Find her finer, sneak up behind her Unwrap like a mummy 'til you finally unwind her Find her, blind her, see who designed her Act like a dummy 'til you finally grind her If you should see a girl on the street Now maybe you might think she is sweet But if you wanna tickle her treat Now really what should you do? Don't never let her know you are smart The universe is no place to start You gotta play it straight from the heart She gwine renunciate you That's why you gotta Find her finer, sneak up behind her Unwrap like a mummy 'til you finally unwind her Find her, blind her, see who designed her Act like a dummy 'til you finally grind her Now maybe you might think this is crude And maybe you might think I am rude And maybe this approach I have spewed Is not the one for you But believe me later on you'll find As you impress her with your mind That you will just be left behind For a wiser fool So you might as well Find her finer, sneak up behind her Unwrap like a mummy 'til you finally unwind her Find her, blind her, see who designed her Act like a dummy 'til you finally grind her Find her finer, sneak up behind her Unwrap like a mummy 'til you finally unwind her Find her, blind her, see who designed her Act like a dummy 'til you finally grind her

Why don't we stop foolin' ourselves? The game is over, over, over No good times, no bad times There's no times at all Just The New York Times Sittin' on the windowsill Near the flowers We might as well be apart It hardly matters, we sleep separately And drop a smile passin' in the hall But there's no laughs left 'Cause we laughed them all And we laughed them all In a very short time Time is tapping on my forehead Hangin' from my mirror Rattlin' the teacups And I wonder- How long can I delay? We're just a habit, like saccharin And I'm habitually feelin' kinda blue But each time I try on the thought of leavin' you I stop I stop and think it over

Blessed are the meek for they shall inherit Blessed is the lamb whose blood flows Blessed are the sat upon, spat upon, ratted on Oh, Lord, why have you forsaken me? I got no place to go I've walked around Soho for the last night or so Ah, but it doesn't matter, no Blessed is the land and the kingdom Blessed is the man whose soul belongs to Blessed are the meth drinkers, pot sellers, illusion dwellers Oh, Lord, why have you forsaken me? My words trickle down From a wound that I have no intention to heal Blessed are the stained glass, window pane glass Blessed is the church service, makes me nervous Blessed are the penny rookers, cheap hookers, groovy lookers Oh, Lord, why have you forsaken me? I, I have tended my own garden much too long

Old friends, old friends Sat on their park bench like bookends A newspaper blown through the grass Falls on the round toes Of the high shoes of the old friends Old friends, winter companions, the old men Lost in their overcoats, waiting for the sunset The sounds of the city sifting through trees Settle like dust on the shoulders of the old friends Can you imagine us years from today Sharing a park bench quietly? How terribly strange to be 70 Old friends, memory brushes the same years Silently sharing the same fears

Cloudy The sky is gray and white and cloudy Sometimes I think it's hanging down on me And it's a hitchhike a hundred miles I'm a ragamuffin child Pointed finger, painted smile I left my shadow waitin' down the road for me a while Cloudy My thoughts are scattered and they're cloudy They have no borders, no boundaries They echo and they swell From Tolstoy to Tinker Bell Down from Berkeley to Carmel Got some pictures in my pocket and a lot of time to kill Hey, sunshine I haven't seen you in a long time Why don't you show your face and bend my mind? These clouds stick to the sky Like a floating question, "Why?" They linger there to die They don't know where they're going and, my friend, neither do I Cloudy Cloudy Cloudy Cloudy Cloudy