On Interstate 15 - Wall of Voodoo

Spent 18 hours waiting stoned for space I spent the same 18 hours in the same damn place I'm on a road shaped like a figure 8 I'm going nowhere, but I'm guaranteed to be late You go out like a riptide You know that ball has no sides You're an angel with an amber halo Black hair and the devil's pitchfork Wind-up anger with the endless view of The ground's colorful patchwork How have you been? How have you been? How have you? How have you? I drove around for hours, I drove around for days I drove around for months and years and never went no place We're on a pass, we're on pass I stopped for gas, but where could place be To pay for gas to drive around Around the Interstate 8 You go out like a riptide You know that ball has no sides You're an angel with an amber halo Black hair and the devil's pitchfork Wind-up anger with the endless view of The ground's colorful patchwork How have you been? How have you been? How have you? How have you?

I feel a hot wind on my shoulder And the touch of a world that is older I turn the switch and check the number I leave it on when in bed I slumber I hear the rhythms of the music I buy the product and never use it I hear the talking of the DJ Can't understand just what does he say? I'm on a mexican radio I'm on a mexican radio I dial it in and tune the station They talk about the U.S. inflation I understand just a little No comprende, it's a riddle I'm on a mexican radio I'm on a mexican radio I wish I was in Tijuana Eating barbequed iguana I'd take requests on the telephone I'm on a wavelength far from home I feel a hot wind on my shoulder I dial it in from south of the border I hear the talking of the DJ Can't understand just what does he say? I'm on a mexican radio I'm on a mexican radio I'm on a mexican radio I'm on a mexican radio Radio radio... What does he say?

Spoken Hello, hello, this is Monkeywrench, come in, Calling Money Hutch headquarters. Tell Smoky Grayhead the bus stopper is a guy. Tell Mister Magden to check on the chocolate (shotput?). And I thought this was a glamorous job. Well, there's that man who's got everything that he needs And when the world is falling in he'll never bleed He goes by Jones in Istanbul and Smith in Peru His job's never through It's time to start this little game of cat and mouse And try to keep one step aheadthere's strangers in the house His watch is really a radio, his gun a pen He knows that it's all gone, no mom, nobody wins Chorus: Spy world x16 Spoken Shaken, not stirred, okay? I'm really tired of wearing these sunglasses.

Now I know I had something to say But the problem is to say something, uh, you gotta say it And I still don't remember a thing Since that funny gas came out of that pipe next to me I guess they didn't OK it Now I remember, did I tell ya? Cut my thumb off at the knuckle on a broken band saw Didn't see the belt buckle of the blade slip And I remember when the doctor did it up with a stitch Funny thing, still got a scratch that I can't itch where my thumb was And I've brought the same piece of chicken in a bag to work everyday For the last twenty years or so And I really don't mind work assembly line, Got an intercom blasting the news and the latest on the baseball scores And come around every Friday when I get a paycheck I take the same road home that I come to work on, heck it's a living And I've got another factory back home I got a barbeque, pink mustang, fender's chrome And at nine o' clock I sit there in my chair And I don't know why I lose my hair And then I go to And then I go to And then I go to sleep Well I like to know what I'm doing when I do it And I do what I'm doing cause I don't know what to do When I'm not doing it Sometimes I remember as a boy my father told me I could grow up to be anything I really wanted to be anything And everyday at lunch I still look for my lost digit Still got that funny scratch So maybe when I find it I can itch it And I got a little rubber pool in the backyard For the kids to wade in And I... I... I... I, I, I I've got another factory back home Got a barbeque, pink mustang, fender's chrome And at nine o' clock I'm in my chair sat down Just lately when my wife talks back to me, I slap her around Then I go to Then I go to Then I go to sleep Whoa, oh, oh Whoa, oh, oh

Nananana Nananana Nananana Keep listening Cos you Can pass the night You'll be fine If you close your mind Look around Open up your eyes Make a smile And the sun will shine Cos tomorrow Is another day Nananana Keep hoping Nananana Keep wishing Nananana Keep listening Baby You can pass the night Baby You can pass the night If I'm here and I'm by myself And I don't want nobody else It doesn't mean I'm in loneliness Tomorrow everything is well Nananana - Keep hoping Nananana - Keep wishing Nananana - Keep listening Baby you can pass the night Tomorrow is another day Tomorrow is another day Take example from what I do Free your mind Yes it's up to you Come on once more You're sailing on through Baby you can pass the night Nananana Nananana Nananana Keep listening Baby tomorrow everything is well Nananana You'll be fine if you close your mind Nananana, look around, open up your eyes Nananana Make a smile and the sun will shine Tomorrow is another day Nananana, nananana Nananana, nananana Nananana, baby you can pass the night Nananana, nanananay yeah Nananana, oh yeah, Oh yeah Nananana, nanananay yeah Baby you can pass the night