When You Asked Me How I Was

I Like Fidel Castro And His Beard.

You Might Be A Rock And Roll Addict Prancing On The Stage. You Might Have Drugs At Your Command, Women In A Cage.

Take Me Disappearing, Through The Smoke Rings Of My Mind, Down The Foggy Ruins Of Time.

Some Formulas Are Too Complex And I Don't Want Anything To Do With Them.

Feel Like A Broke-down Engine, Ain't Got No Drivin' Wheel. You All Been Down And Lonesome, You Know Just How A Poor Man Feels.