Junkyard pilot and his sidekick derelict
Blacktop halle-bop micro bus 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
Tell myself again and again and again
Get out of this son - state of mind we're in

[Chorus]
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 millennium hips
Big bang, wash clothes, delirium
Nostradamus' impostor and one last run

[Chorus]

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

[Chorus]

Copyright: Universal Music Publishing Group
Writer(s): THOMAS WILLIAM COCHRANE