You who had nothing

   Warned of that long necked guy

On a bitterly cold night

  In the back room 

In San Francisco

  With CRACK cars racing on 

and roaring

On Fell street outside 

All night along

 And clown faces 

Laughing and smiling

And diamond patterns

    On the walls

        But later her mother

Called

And said

"WHO IS THIS GUY?!

   MY muffin!

  I guess I "faced her up"

  I was just a dumb young white guy

Who thought drawings were drawings

Not paintings

Oh we had some fun

   Haha like when you spilled a Dr Pepper

On your brand new word processor

Oops sorry Cracky

   In the Loin 

We shared

Lovers 

 But not by consent

Like we had any ability

   To tell gals what to do

We were at there mercy

  And thank the lord for them

And we're sorry about that night

 And about how you jumped out of a moving train

Convinced the FBI was about to arrest you

And that cold morning

The fog was blowing in

And you rang the bell and wanted to come up

Sorry buddy no 

 Cest la vie

   FRANCO YOUTH