Well there's a right time and a right place Mexico city and a steel briefcase Filled with the soul Of a young man And there's a holy ghost on the other side Looking for a bed to close his eyes While he gets away From the routine We on the go Route 66 Convertible and a bunch of chicks I can't complain Life's been good to me Scotch on the rocks And pacific coasts Block the wind And light the roach We outta here I'm signing off... (don't you close your eyes you'll miss all the fun) We're almost near the end. Well there's a right time and a right place 2 technics in a metal case And a bb gun Don't shoot your eye And kerouac is in the back Fill the shelf And clean the rack It's apropos, watup bro We on the go 95 Rocking till the wheels fall off the side Ain't no rims to spin To my chagrin Insomnia A pack of blues Coltrane speakers And converse shoes. Lace em up, we on the run.
