I know I know I know know know how to use my time up I try I try I try try try to shoulder that old dream I go I go I go go go down to the barber I ask him for the sharpest blade and the thickest cream He cleans a mean head of hair and he talks about the war time I ask him for a map and he hands me a bottle of booze I ask him for a light and he nearly takes both my eyebrows I drive around all day and night singing Bushwick blues I drive around all day and night racking up them big miles I drive through the city filled with suits and silk ties I pull up next to a woman chewing gum blowing pink smiles I drive through the city filled with needles and veins I man leans his head in the windown and he tells me his whole life story I hand him a cigarette and it's lit 'fore the light turns green You know a man stands ten feet tall when he's got him a good woman So he sells his trusty stilts and his creatine The moonshine barber did me right and I paid cash He left me with both my ears and a baby face I drive around all day and night growing back my old mustahce Looking like the French police in a high speed chase Run me down