Subterranean Homesick Sax-Blues (REMASTER)

Johnny's in the basement mixing up the medicine I'm on the pavement thinking

about the government the man in a trenchcoat badge out laid off says he's

got a bad cough and wants to get it paid off look out kid it's something you did

God knows when but you're doing it again you better duck down the alleyway

looking for a new friend a man in a coon skin cap and a pig pen wants $11 bills

You only got ten.

Maggie comes fleet foot, face full of black soot

Talking at the heat, put plants in the bed

But the phone's tapped anyway

Maggie says the men say they must bust an early May

Orders from the D.A.

Look out kid, no matter what you did

Walk on tiptoes, don't try no foes

Better stay away from those, carry around a fire hose

Keep a clean nose, watch the plane close

You don't need a weatherman to know which way the wind blows

Oh, get sick, get well, hang around an inkwell, ring bell, hard to tell if anything is gonna

sell.

Try hard, get bogged, get back, write braille, get jailed, jump bail, join the army if you

fail.

Look out, kid, you're gonna get hit by losers, cheaters, six-time users, hangin' around the

theaters.

Girl, by the whirlpools, lookin' for a new fool, don't follow leaders, watch your parking

meters.