Cadillacs ride to smoothly for girls

I speak crudely, Carmine

Fast food cups, and cigarette butts

While he’s feeling around for his plaster round

Six weeks has been such a long time

Wheels rotate from a starting place

Carmine

Pass by a bunch a fat big geeks with ties

Cross-eyed

I’m so far behind, I think I’m first in your mind

Carmine

Radio is my Carmine

Cigarrete and ashing Carmine