text: Well, the dawn cracked hard just like a bullwhip
  Cause it wasnt taking no lip from the night before
  And it shook out the streets, as the stew bums showed up
  Like bounced checks rubbing their necks
  And the sky turned the color of Pepto-Bismol
  Yeah, and the parking lots growled
  My old sport coat full of promissory notes
  And a receipt from a late night motel
  The hawk had his whole family out there in the wind
  And he got a message for you to beware
  Kicking your ass in, in a cold-blooded fashion
  And dishing out more than a good man can bear
  And I got shoes untied, my shirttail is out
  Aint got a ghost of a chance with this old romance
  Just an apartment for rent down the block
  Ivar Theater with live burlesque
  Man, the managers scowling with his feet on the desk
  Boom boom against the curtain, youre still hurting, ay-ay
  And then push came to shove and shove came to biff
  Girls like that just lay you out stiff
  Maybe Ill go to Cleveland and, you know, get me a tattoo or something
  My brother-in-law lives there
  And its a skid mark tattoo on the asphalt blue
  Was that a Malibu? Vroooooom, vroooooom
  Yeah, its Liz Taylor and Montgomery Clift
  Coming on to the broads with the same old riff, yeah
  Hey baby, why dont you come up to my place?
  Well listen to some smooth music on the stereo eh-he-he
  No thank you, she said, eh-he-he, you got any Stan Getz records?
  No man, I got eh... Smothers Brothers
  So I combed back my Detroit, jacked up my pegs
  I wiped my Stacy Adams and I jackknifed my legs
  Yeah, I got designs on a moving violation
  Yeah baby, you put me on hold and Im out in the wind
  And its getting mighty cold
  Its colder than a gut-shot bitch wolf dog with nine sucking pups
  Pulling a number-four trap up a hill in the dead of winter
  In the middle of a snowstorm with a mouth full of porcupine quills
  Well, I dont need you, baby
  You see, its a well-known fact, you know
  Im four sheets to the wind, Im glad youre gone
  Im glad youre gone, cause Im finally alone
  Glad youre gone, but I wish youd come home
  Yeah, and I struggled out of bed
  Cause the dawn was cracking hard just like a bullwhip
  And it wasnt taking no lip from the night before
  Yeah, as it shook out the streets and the stew bums showed up
  Just like bounced checks, rubbing their necks
  And the sky turned the color of Pepto-Bismol
  And my old sport coat full of promissory notes
  And the hawk had his whole family out there in the wind
  He got a message for you to beware
  Kicking your ass in, in a cold blooded fashion
  Hell be dishing out more than a good man can bear
  Well lets take it to Bakersfield, get a little apartment somewhere