circling past the monuments, making many right turns
i see the same things over and I think the rights were wrong turns
my mind’s not on my driving ‘cause i’m thinking ‘bout my sideburns
i’m running out of gas again i’ve gotta shave them off
i need to make a phone call so i pull up to a booth
my friend who lisps once told me that a screw I have is “looth”
in response i think i told him that his statement was uncouth
he said the suburbs have no charms to soothe the restless dreams of youth