Probably trying to discover his health Probably trying to recover himself Get tamed from the citizen strain And he doesn’t mind the long haul Gives him time to catch up on the Paul Auster That’s been lying on his shelf for a year
He’s got a work ethic that’s unrivalled When it comes to travails undefined But I’d not describe it as vital It’s all in his mind
Everybody’s wild cat Everybody’s prayer mat Everybody’s hard-forgotten past He’s not Bohemian But he’s one damned fine peddler of trash He’s one damned fine peddler of trash
He’d assert his authorities If they burned down the libraries Well schooled In the corduroy cool And it’s true he’s got total recall ISBNs, serial numbers dates all The spiel But I don't think he's getting the feel
And when he crossed the roe with a zebra With a secret so hard to keep Begat from doctor Parnassus And Dolly the Sheep
Everybody’s wild cat Everybody’s prayer mat Everybody’s hard-forgotten past He’s not Bohemian But he’s one damned fine peddler of trash He’s one damned fine peddler of trash
(The lost verse: Understood by nobody else Natural law unto himself Replete with the works of the beats With the Bovine 8 on his block Doesn’t smile much, doesn't much talk Nae charm- but not doin any real harm
Think his thoughts were down by the river Excavators say the gun's lost Though they saw him careering towards it Accruing no moss)
And like a fugitive from a chainsaw Where success’s smell is not sweet He’s most at home with the children On Quantity Street
Everybody’s wildcat Everybody’s prayer mat Everybody’s Turban, beads and sash He’s not Bohemian But he’s one damned fine peddler of trash But he’s one damned fine peddler of trash But he’s one damned fine peddler....