The Gourds

Kicks in the Sun

I never talked you up

I never shut you down

Bring you up in the mix

What do you bring to the sound?

Now, I would not offer

Any help or advice

Unless you beseech me

Oh honey don’t ask twice

Walkin’ down my street

I’m lookin’ for a hook

I try to locate some soul

In a calculus book

But the fat man fell

And the big boy slid

Put that dog on a leash

Wire him to the grid

Now I got caught

Livin’ outside my means

I’d say they threw me back

Better to give than receive

But that ain’t always the case

It’s hardly ever that slick

I had to swim in the rice bowl

Not the runt, but the pick

Sleep out under the park bench

Live on minimum wage

Down there in the crawlspace

Down there huffin’ the methane

No reason to get excited

It’s only kicks in the sun

Throw a towel to the maestro

He sure had a good run