tom cochrane
willie dixon said
Junkyard pilot and his sidekick derelict Blacktop halle-bop micro bus news, do you get it? Dialect comes so slick that you can't predict the news Water it down like butternut blues Black smoke's lightening comin' up the trees Wrap it up nice, put a bow 'round it, please Tell myself again and again and again Get out of this son - state of mind we're in  [Chorus] Like Willie Dixon said, got to find me a place To clear my head Halle-bop, halle-bop, I said Gonna halle-bop me, gonna hail me a cab Like Willie Dixon said, got to find me a place To clear my head Halle-bop, halle-bop I said Gonna halle-bop me, gonna hail me a cab  Justice lies somewhere behind - between The have-nots and the plasticine lies Black spit twilight, holograph scene Conjured-up images of apocalypse steam Words never spoken wait on the lips On the door step of a woman's millennium hips Big bang, wash clothes, delirium Nostradamus' impostor and one last run   [Chorus]  Haze falls away, revealing dreams Like writing a letter to myself, it seems Garage sales, paper trails, e-mails Junk mail there for the plans that fail  God I miss you, I miss you real bad The only thing real that I've ever had Halle-bop, halle-bop, I said Gonna halle-bop me, gonna hail me a cab  [Chorus]