He was out sunning with the youth

He was seen in a damaging light

Picking popcorn from his tooth

Ordering cocktails with his eyes



She had a face like a dumped-out ashtray

Spitting out straight abuse

Vocabulary of a broken marquee

And a wit she couldn't use



Get your feet off of my dashboard

What do you think the damn thing's for

At least try to look pretty

Tonight we're going into Tucumcari



Pulled a wet bill from his shoe

Wrinkling a dignified face

By the broken heart shaped pool

In a less than enchanted state



She was off at the little girls' room

With a boy from the Trouble Tree Bar

Snapping her jeans while the radio sings

I love you just the way you are



Get your feet off of my dashboard

What do you think the damn thing's for

At least try to look pretty

Tonight we're going into Tucumcari (2x)