Hey paleface in the morning sun
Hanging by the fountain with your friends
Little early to be so tired

Or late for going out on a mend
Well, two white boys on the wrong side of town
Smiling mighty hard while the money runs out

Blue eyes bleeding in the marquee lights
So what's it gonna be, your smokes or mine?
Neph was driving think I rode shotgun

Down by the water, chances are
And the summer, I'm just burning in heaven
Boning up for finals in a bar

Well, I hear you laugh when you ask about me
Are you coming home for Christmas
Come on, pretty please? Spent in a boxcar

Wind blowing in, transistor radio, bottle of gin
On the way home Neph wasn't feeling too good
So we pulled to the side of the road

He was kneeling, I was laughing
As he tossed himself all over my clothes
Well, two white boys on the wrong side of town

Smiling mighty hard while the money runs out
Blue eyes bleeding in the marquee lights
So what's it gonna be, what's it gonna be

Two white boys on the wrong side of town
Smiling mighty hard while the money runs out
Blue eyes bleeding in the marquee lights

So what's it gonna be, your smokes or mine?
She's so fine