In the last days of September Winds were blowing down our blocks Back in town the dead old trees Rocking ferries and the docks Bottle Benny drinks a beer then pissed off the fucking pier They cursed the god who made the winds amiss with shoes and socks (Chorus) Lend me this month's rent, My dad just bought a round you'll get your money right before I leave this town Lend me this month's I'm working underground claiming all my riches at the lost and found For a while I was painting houses In San Francisco coastal lots In the evening I would drink my wages on the weekends down the spots The bartender raved at me over a lousy cup of tea "you must be a phony drunken poet 'cause I've fucked all the jocks and cops" (Chorus) My dad just needs to get some air he's underneath the fence