The Closer

Beer can stumblin’ in the wind down Metropolitan I’m all over the place Trying to walk like nothing’s happening Lonesome goats like me We got more balance than cheese on an onion ring Beer can stumblin’ down the street with clam shell eyes Broke heart mumbling to the street down Berry Street and then I walk a crooked line tryin’ to act like nothing’s happening Bar-B-Q chips like me We’re a hot spot of jelly inside your Krispy Kreme Broke heart mumbling Tellin’ ole God he’s a honey baked ham Here comes a feeling And there it goes Everybody knows that I’m light on my toes Them Northside Angels are the sweetest thing you’ll ever see (Says me!) Here comes a lady And there she goes Everybody knows where the wild wind blows I put a Mississippi pickle in your Brooklyn buns for free (That’s me!) Beer can stumblin’ in the wind down Metropolitan I got a frozen toe Walking home like nothing’s happening Country moons like me We got more fun than a flash fried chicken wing Beer can stumblin’ with a song in my heart through the coconut snow