Where Is The Parking?
I couldn’t catch the subway train
Eyes electric lady land vain
I didn’t even have any friends
Besides my Porsche and Mercedes Benz
So I hustled off to Alamo
And snorted a gram of blow
But the CIA was in a little worry
As they fled the scene in diabolical hurry
I saw a spot but it was awful tight
To fit in, to fit in, well I just might
Of course, I didn’t want to scratch the paint
If I did, I’d yell a spell and then faint
There was dog dodo on the ground
My heart in angst began to pound
I pressed the metal to the pedal in backwards cliché
And fled to what was a better day
Yuppies are a thing of the past
And police cruisers ride mighty fast
Chief Conforti is a confidant
Pray tell what more could you want
Another parking deck?
A dismal gigantic metallic wreck
Where is the parking snorted the whore?
What does it matter if there’s nuclear war?
