I was high I was dry in my warm latrine
I had just settled down with a good magazine
Boston was electric tonight
Larry Bird was on a roll
Every single shot landed
He was on cruise control
Up to Cushing Avenue
With your Ma and your Pa
Even Kyle Mooney wondering what the hell? What the fuck?
As I slipped him a hundy underneath his little coat
When he reached out I handed him another C note

Well I guess I needed cheap thrill and long limousine
I hankered for whiskey and pretty ladies plenty
I hunkered right down and I passed me around
I fell asleep under a Satanic spell
I wrestled with substance I struggled for fame
But I came back singing this melody
Yes I came back whistling a pretty melody
So said melody it will happen now

My dreams are out there
Somewhere on that motorway
In the back of a truck in the rear of a van
In a box stacked head high
With life flying by man!
I guess it had to be this way?
See, a dream if just an ignition point
Causing quite the spark
Lighting up the joint
Can I get a witness now?
Can anybody show me how?

And just then Kurt Elling and Al Jarreau
Came singing in fourths, modulating in tongues
They asked me to join in I feigned no reply
But I leaned over and I scatted Charlie Parker's lullaby

You know Orville and Wilbur were the first in flight
From old Kitty Hawk, they did what was right
In front of their eyes as the eagle flew
An industrial revolution… The Big Snafu

My dreams are out there
Somewhere in that in milky way
In the back of a truck, in the rear of a van
In a box stacked head high
With life flying by man!
I guess it had to be this way?
See, a dream if just an ignition point
Causing quite the spark
Lighting up the joint
Can I get a witness now?
Can anybody show me how?