Cash

Do your math!

Eat your clams!

I always hated the L.A. Rams.

Climb up on the roof,

(To watch the police)

As a shadow wanders across your room.

(Get the wind back)

(I want a paper towel)

Wishing you was Roseanne Cash and I was Roger Crowell.



Groom your trees, groom your shrubs,

Pounding pictures in a labored pose

Conspiracy to keep me under wraps,

I signed the document, well I guess my ass is grass.

Stoke a candle, thumb through a book,

A autobiography of an infamous crook.