Beck - Blue Randy Lyrics
To the contaminated side of townWhere the shortwave radio playing songs of the centuryAnd a big black cloud of asbestosWas shadowing my demiseWhere were you this morning, Little Randy?Breakdancing in the food court by yourselfWith the honor and your attitudeAnd your jeans full of prison foodThere's a police chalk outline where you last been seenI was lacerated by my indiscretionsI was sanitized by the pinefresh smellOf a damsel in stonewashed denimThe way that her sideways ponytail fellWhere were you this evening, Candy Apple Sweetheart?Playing bass solos up on the sunWith your syntax in the postAnd a clothes pin on your noseAnd a septic tank full of all the stories you toldWell she called me up on a chainstore pay phoneShe invited me up to a condo doorWay down in a neon parkTo play lazer tag with her cousin, RickWhere were you this morning, Blue Randy?Doing capoeira up on the rooftop againWith your dry ice machineAnd a fist full of creatineThere's a police chalk outline where you last been seenNow there's a police chalk outline where you last been seen
