hey how are ya you sure got a way of greeting a man might i add the perfect sun tan you re riding on your yellow schwinn while blasting classic rock in spring a couple of summer demons with battery recharging when you hear the bob seger song you know i ll be long gone cutting all my classes like a hit of acid hey how are ya like a dog on a telephone there is nonsense sustaining and staying on ya getting off you find yourself much better off feeling a bit less softer even but coughing up a lung and then some yeah you know i got your battery recharger right here and hey how are ya i got a freeway in mind let go of my head walk down my line better be sure you ll be dead i got a trumpet i know where to dump it i m glad that you came if the sound is the same sometimes my reckless ways shock my self system for days now i m channelling my faze in an anacin haze but it ain t gonna do me in i know when to dump it a hole in my way again i ll surely just jump it there was a kid in a tree among the birds and the bees between bee hive and bird nest and i think you know the rest he wanted to be free with them but they weren t believing pecking and stinging him till he wasn t breathing but it ain t gonna do him in he ll just go to heaven not done just a dreamer of ten or eleven i ve got a freeway in mind let go of my head walk down my line better be sure you ll be dead i got a trumpet i know where to dump it