Car Jamming

Tonight they're closing up the world They're sweepin' smoke from cigarettes But what is this funky multi-national anthem Rockin' from a thousand King Kong ca*sette decks? And then a shyboy from Missouri Boots blown off in a '60s war Riding aluminum crutches Now he knows the welfare kindness Agent Orange color blindness As he works from door to door The violence in the carpets The arrow of his wife (In a car jam) Drives the slum-bum dweller To grind his hunting knife (In a car jam) In homesteads of cigar box The radios hive like bees (In a car jam) The body in the ice box Has no date for freeze (In a car jam) In the car jam Selling is what selling sells Well, only saints on the 7th Avenue Can sell the seven hells Fannin' out the drug afflicted Leperizin' zone Once inside the executive He never leaves his home, no Gorillas drag their victims Hyenas try to sue (In a car jam) Snakes find gra*s in concrete There is no city zoo (In a car jam) By-ventilation units Where towers meet the streets (In a car jam) The ragged stand in bags Soakin' heat up through their feet (In a car jam) This was the only kindness It was accidental too In a car jam In a car jam Now shakin' single engined planes Trafficking stereos from Cuba Buzzed the holy zealot ma*s An' drowned out Missa Luba An' drowned out Missa Luba An' drowned out Missa Luba An' drowned out Missa Luba I thought I saw Lauren Bacall I thought I saw Lauren Bacall (In a car jam) I swear, hey fellas, hey fellas Lauren Bacall (In a car jam) In a car jam Yeah, I don't believe it In a car jam Ah, yeah, positively, absolutely In a car jam In a car jam In a car jam In a car jam In a car jam