I asked you for a ride 

I was lonely 

And hoping to see you before I left town 

You said, "I'm sorry, I'd like to, 

if only I had had the time ...

Maybe next time around." 



And I walked for miles 

And carried my bags 

On streets with no sidewalks 

In search of a ride 

It was me and a Baby Ruth 

A chewy chunk of chocolate truth 

And here from the bus, 

I would like to say thanks 

Thank you. 



I had imagined a breakfast of coffee and muffins

Maybe some cinnamon toast 

But if I believed I would gain your attendance 

I could have provided the Holy Host 



And I walked for miles 

In search of a ride 

On streets with no sidewalks 

And carried my bags 

It was me and a Baby Ruth 

A chewy chunk of chocolate truth 

And here from the bus, 

I'd just like to say thanks 

Thank you. 

Thanks a lot. 

Thank you. 

Not. 



Two seats behind me, reclining 

An angel is peering at me now from under a book 

She catches me staring and smiles to the window 

Again, I'm in love and with only a look 

And it must be it's true, I am free 

And last night I burned, you know who spoke to me

Say "Welcome the solitude, it's your family tree"

And you would have been only a heaven 



At noon I will fly to my city, my prison 

And you will be forever gone from my life 

And soon I'll deny any lingering vision 

Of me in some catalogue and you as my wife 



'Cause I walked for miles 

I in search of a ride 

On streets with no sidewalks 

And steel muddy banks

It was me and a Baby Ruth 

A chewy chunk of chocolate truth 

And here from the bus, 

I'd just like to say thanks 

Thank you. 

Thank you. 

Thanks a lot. 

Thank you. 



I was walking down the road 

Carrying in a heavy load 

Feeling and believing that I might have been a prince through it 

But no ... 



... Had all I can use of your silly teaching 

Had all I can use of your silly preaching 

And here's the news I'll make it on my wiles 



All I really need is some shoes my size 

Some shoes my size 

Some shoes my size 

Some shoes my size 



It must be nice to be boy genius 

In your paradise you got the only penis 

I know it's true I can't hypotheticalise 



All I really need is some shoes my size 

Some shoes my size 

Some shoes my size, nine, five 

shoes my size 



I don't do much in the way of praying 

And I'm out of touch with religious sayings 

I think your cross is just a little too wide 



All I really need is some shoes my size 

Some shoes my size 

Some shoes my size 

Some shoes my size 

Some shoes my size, nine, five,

double wide, you provide ...