Charles Bukowski - Thinking lyrics
[Charles Bukowski - Thinking lyrics]
Eighteen cars full of men
Thinking of what could've been
Driving in from the track I
Saw a woman in green
All rump and breasts and dizziness
Running across the street
She was as sexy as a
Green and drunken antelope
And when she got to the curbing
She tripped and fell down
And sat in the gutter i sat there in my car
Looking at her and oddly
I felt most impassive
As if nothing had happened
I sat there looking at this green creature
Until a moving van sixty feet
Long came to a stop, And helped the
Lady up
A young man in white overalls, flushed red
And the girl was built, all around
All around
And stupid with falling and stupid with life
And swaying on the tower stilts
Of her high heels
She stood there rubbing her white knees
And the young man kept talking to her
He was big, dumb, blond, pink, and lonely
But then the woman asked him
Where the nearest bar was
And he grinned and pointed down the
Street and gave it up
He got back in the truck
Sixty feet full of furniture
And blanket and stove
Pulled on down the street
And the green antelope crossed the
Street toward the bar
Wobbling and shaking, shaking and wobbling
Everything
And we sat transfixed and watching until into
The backed up traffic behind me
A man of strength honked, honked
He honked several times
And I put the thing in drive
Slowing for the big dip by the market
That could tear your car in half
And they all followed me
Slowing for the dip too
Eighteen cars full of men
Thinking of what could've been
About the one who got away it was sunsets
And heavy traffic and heavy life
Thinking of what could've been
Driving in from the track I
Saw a woman in green
All rump and breasts and dizziness
Running across the street
She was as sexy as a
Green and drunken antelope
And when she got to the curbing
She tripped and fell down
And sat in the gutter i sat there in my car
Looking at her and oddly
I felt most impassive
As if nothing had happened
I sat there looking at this green creature
Until a moving van sixty feet
Long came to a stop, And helped the
Lady up
A young man in white overalls, flushed red
And the girl was built, all around
All around
And stupid with falling and stupid with life
And swaying on the tower stilts
Of her high heels
She stood there rubbing her white knees
And the young man kept talking to her
He was big, dumb, blond, pink, and lonely
But then the woman asked him
Where the nearest bar was
And he grinned and pointed down the
Street and gave it up
He got back in the truck
Sixty feet full of furniture
And blanket and stove
Pulled on down the street
And the green antelope crossed the
Street toward the bar
Wobbling and shaking, shaking and wobbling
Everything
And we sat transfixed and watching until into
The backed up traffic behind me
A man of strength honked, honked
He honked several times
And I put the thing in drive
Slowing for the big dip by the market
That could tear your car in half
And they all followed me
Slowing for the dip too
Eighteen cars full of men
Thinking of what could've been
About the one who got away it was sunsets
And heavy traffic and heavy life