Hot Lick
A little poetry is dangerous. Don't try this at home. A little luck is
what you really need like pulling on a wishbone. When the words won't come
you gotta laugh. That's what your tears are for. There's not a very lot of
us, there's a very lot of them. May the hot lick in your life, always be
the next gig. A little poetry is dangerous. Keep your eyes up in the sky.
Keep at it till the cavalry has arrived. That's what your tears are for.
There's not a very lot of us. But then, there never was.