Rats in my jacket

I'm so impressed


I am now seen unclean


Wash me up mama

and give me a suit of gabardine


I had a suit,


by the look on my face,

maybe it's plain to see


that that never stopped what was troubling me


like once, it was Monday out.

And dry?


Man, it was a drought


but all that is slipping my mind

Cracked like a whip


like a brick coming down


and hit me between the eyes

another occasion I've yet to forget


was I unwise?


Should I remind you that this is the end

of Camels,


and masking tape,


and this demonstration of tripping with grace

and if I need you


I'm intentionally wasting your time


Hey, everything's slipping my mind

Now copper and nickel


are heads in my hand


I'll bet you your sparest change

that this time tomorrow you'll be miles away


with all trace of Monday out


with deserts to think about

and all of this slippin' my mind.