ALL YOU CAN EAT BUFFET

Every time I turn around I see you walk out that door baby why would you do that to me? oh i’m your lover Jackie’s bored bored of all the rock and roll bands that play the jagger card on stage shaking their little asses bored of the endless nights drinking away the 3 dollar pisss bored of pretty girls crossing the street in skirts even if he wishes they’d turn around just once Jackie ah Jackie’s an old dog he works in a dive pouring drinks for drunks during the weekend and on sunday he dances in his living room sometimes, when he knows the neighbours watching he sings a song, standing there in his underwear like a broke sinatra he croons that life is horrible, hilarious and filled with such beauty that it tears the heart in two jackie jackie you better be on your best behaviour Now I’m not just blowing my own trumpet here this song is not my song, it is our song the down and outers, the never getting anywhere cyclists you know you know your destination, but your bike is falling apart, your leg cramps up you doze off and hit a trashcan, it gets dark and you can’t find your way but hey don’t stop cycling, uh, no don’t stop. And then the night rolls along, and oh the disappears into a song everything it disappears into a song