gimme a nickel
I gotta make a call
gimme a nickel
I gotta make a call
I opened the door to the cab
and paid God to drive to the lab
where she stood folding her arms
He said here’s the station the alarm
went off and they all started to run
and me I was without my gun
she walked and chanted my my my
my hands were on the door and her eye
was hard on the sparrow so hard
she laughed but her heart was a card
the singer won uptown the train
pulled out and left me in the rain
the night threw me down charity
I refused to have it hand to me
maybe I was lazy in singing
I tripped but the phone it was ringing
I said buddy fix that if you please-a
and wild crazy like some Zapatista
he had his hands at her heart I could tell
twas my deal I was ringing the bell
but no one came nobody at all
to job me a chorus a wall
the fingers warm over the sun
we got back into the cab and were done
so we took the first left hand although
she hiccupped and kissed on the nose
she took that last one out the door
I said what did you do that for
that was that but she said just for luck
let's see if you swim like a duck
and we fell over the waterfall
gimme a nickel, I gotta make a call
gimme a nickel
I gotta make a call
gimme a nickel
I gotta make a call
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