Standing on a corner in downtown L.A.

Waiting for the man to come along

She comes up to me and says " Too bad, too sad"

You know that he's been dead and gone.



L.A. lady, kinda shady

She picked him up and took him home



I woke up groggy my sight was smoggy

And I knew that it had been blown



Early in the morning sitting in a hotel

Moscow's looking fine through the wine

Spaced out I crashed out

When the K.G.B. came on the line.



It's a cold one, bein' sent down

It's gotta be fifty below



Mama here's a postcard to let you know

I'm in a saltmine and looking for coal



Shanghai'd in Shanghai

Stood on in Tuscon

Ripped off and kicked right out the bed



Flyin' across the desert from Texas to Tuscon

But we're headed for a southern star

The captain says it's fine in Havana

This dude behind me needs a cigar.



He's a big one, he's got a big gun

I guess we better go along



Mister we've got a gig in Arizona

Second billing to the rolling stones



Shanghai'd in Shanghai

Stood on in Tuscon

Ripped off and kicked right out the bed

Shanghai'd in Shanghai

Laid low in 'Frisco

Done in and left behind for dead





(copyright 1974 mountain/carlin music)