Outside Bud's Jazz Records

It's kind of hard to play guitar in my car

I can only stretch myself out so far

Closed off from a louring

And the sad old man in his dripping tears and shame

Hey now now hey now

Hey now now hey now

The women pass stare at their reflections in the plate glass windows

The suits throw Diet Pepsi cans in the trash

I know it's time to buy another record

Stan gets to let me forgot for just a minute

Hey now now hey now

Hey now now hey now

He's done everything he can

He's really not a man

Hey now now hey now

Hey now now hey now