Tom Cochrane

Willie Dixon Said

Tom Cochrane


Junkyard pilot and his sidekick derelict 
Blactop halle bop microbus news do you get it? 
Dialect comes so slick that you can't predict the news 
Water it down like butternut blues 
Black smoke's lightening comin' up the trees 
Wrap it up nice put a bow round it please 
Telly myself again and again and again 
Get out of this son - state of mind we're in 
Like Willie Dixon said got to find me a place 
To clear my head 
Halle bop, halle bop I said 
Gonna halle bop me gonna hail me a cab 
Like Willie Dixon said got to find me a place 
To clear my head 
Halle bop, halle bop I said 
Gonna halle bop me gonna hail me a cab 
Justice lies somewhere behind...between 
The have nots and the plasticine lies 
Black spit twilight holograph scene 
Conjured up images of apocalypse steam 
Words never spoken wait on the lips 
On the door step of a woman's millenium hips 
Big bang wash clothes delirium 
Nostradamus' imposter and one last run 
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Haze falls away revealing dreams 
Like writing a letter to myself it seems 
Garage sales, paper trails, e-mails 
Junk mail there for the plans that fail 
God I miss you, I miss you real bad 
The only thing real that I've ever had 
Halle bop, halle bop I said 
Gonna halle bop me gonna hail me a cab 
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