Make up a little Frisco Nobody's holding back The nickels, the dimes They're fallin' like rain Run to the liquor shack Here come the stories Most of them lies Wouldn't trade for all the world none of your borin' life
Alright Yeah While you're sitting in your rush hour trafic Freeway like a parking lot I just think about the Thunderbird Riding west and free on a hot shot
While you're dining out at Chez Louies Fresh parfait and a hundred dollar wine Right On the fire I'm cooking spaghettiohs Underneath a billion stars tonight
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