wheelie across the chasm

the 50's are a dunce plate

piled with crumpled lumps of great stuff

creamcheese wontons, grape leaves stuffed with lobster meat,

string beans bent into praying mantis shapes

this is the beginning of the global nutcake

and the end of the reign of the r and b saints

here comes disco like a druggy snake

but first let's taste the hopeful bait

the 60's were grindhouse pate

i hear b3 organs going off the rails

burger king has just taken off his training wheels

giant freighters full of brandy and veal

say it and wait to hear the echo

i am here!

say it with me

the horn section feel

i am bob dylan's alarm clock and i've been pulled from the wall

chucked in a boot and set in the hall

with the rind of a lime

oh mother jones, here comes the bones