Willie Dixon Said

Junkyard pilot and his sidekick derelict

Blactop halle bop microbus news do you get it?

Dialect comes so slick that you can't predict the news

Water it down like butternut blues

Black smoke's lightening comin' up the trees

Wrap it up nice put a bow round it please

Telly myself again and again and again

Get out of this son - state of mind we're in

Like Willie Dixon said

got to find me a place, To clear my head

Halle bop, halle bop I said

Gonna halle bop me gonna hail me a cab

Like Willie Dixon said

got to find me a place, To clear my head

Halle bop, halle bop I said

Gonna halle bop me gonna hail me a cab

Justice lies somewhere behind...between

The have nots and the plasticine lies

Black spit twilight holograph scene

Conjured up images of apocalypse steam

Words never spoken wait on the lips

On the door step of a woman's millenium hips

Big bang wash clothes delirium

Nostradamus' imposter and one last run

Like Willie Dixon said

got to find me a place, To clear my head

Halle bop, halle bop I said

Gonna halle bop me gonna hail me a cab

Like Willie Dixon said

got to find me a place, To clear my head

Halle bop, halle bop I said

Gonna halle bop me gonna hail me a cab

Haze falls away revealing dreams

Like writing a letter to myself it seems

Garage sales, paper trails, e-mails

Junk mail there for the plans that fail

God I miss you, I miss you real bad

The only thing real that I've ever had

Halle bop, halle bop I said

Gonna halle bop me gonna hail me a cab

Like Willie Dixon said

got to find me a place, To clear my head

Halle bop, halle bop I said

Gonna halle bop me gonna hail me a cab

Like Willie Dixon said

got to find me a place, To clear my head

Halle bop, halle bop I said

Gonna halle bop me gonna hail me a cab