Me and T-Bone on the road to town
It's like I'm walking with a talking machine
Just as soon as he thinks of something else
He won't wait to interrupt himself
Must be something that he can't quite say
He just doesn't want to leave it that way
Although he may not know it yet
Unless I miss my bet
He's just trying to forget
What his heart remembers
I see that T-Bone got an automobile
Low-loping and open to the sky
All night behind the hurricane wheel
Riding in the eye
All day underneath the hood
Mondo Bondo, plastic, wood
He needs a mile of masking tape
If he wants to keep his ship in shape
Someday to escape
What his heart remembers
Oh yes, what his heart remembers
T-Bone's not alone, not alone
Looks like he gets a second chance
It's Mamarama and Lumalamalu
Want to take him to recovery dance
It's like I'm walking with a talking machine
Just as soon as he thinks of something else
He won't wait to interrupt himself
Must be something that he can't quite say
He just doesn't want to leave it that way
Although he may not know it yet
Unless I miss my bet
He's just trying to forget
What his heart remembers
I see that T-Bone got an automobile
Low-loping and open to the sky
All night behind the hurricane wheel
Riding in the eye
All day underneath the hood
Mondo Bondo, plastic, wood
He needs a mile of masking tape
If he wants to keep his ship in shape
Someday to escape
What his heart remembers
Oh yes, what his heart remembers
T-Bone's not alone, not alone
Looks like he gets a second chance
It's Mamarama and Lumalamalu
Want to take him to recovery dance
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