My Friend Jimi Hendrix

"Hey, look out for my glass up there, man
That's my drink, man, that's my drink, alright
Make it a double, or eh
Somebody has to sing
Some body will sing?
Somebody will sing, right?
I don't know"

You all pass me that bottle
And I'll sing you all a real song
Yeah
Let me get my key, ahem

Well, I'm looking through Harlem
My stomach squeal just a little more
A stagecoach full of feathers and footprints
Pulls up to soap box door
Now a lady with a pearl handled necktie
Tied to the driver's fence
Breathes in my face
Bourbon and coke possessed words
"Haven't I seen you somewhere in hell
Or was it just an accident?"
(You know how I felt then, and so)

Before I could ask "Was it the East or West side?"
My feet they howled in pain
The wheels of a bandwagon cut very deep
But not as deep in my mind as the rain
And as they pulled away, I could see her words
Stagger and fall on my muddy tent
Well I picked them up, brushed them off
To see what they say
And you wouldn't believe
"Come around to my room, with the tooth in the middle
And bring along the bottle and a president"