Tonight they're closing up the world
N' sweeping smoke from cigarettes
And what is that funky multi-national
Anthem rocking from a thousand
King Kong cassette decks
Then this shyboy from Missouri
Boots blown off in a '60s war
Riding aluminium crutches
Now he knows the welfare kindness n'
Agent Orange color blindness
As he works from door to door
The violence in the carpets
The arrows of his wife
Drives the slum-bum dweller
To grind his hunting knife
In homesteads of cigar box-radios
Hive like bees
The body in the ice
Box has no date for freeeeeze
CHORUS
In a car jam
Selling is what selling sells
But only saints of the 7 avenues can sell
The hells
Fanning the drug afflicted leperizing zone
Once inisde the executive
it never leaves his home
Gorillas drag their victims
Hyenas try to sue
Snakes find grass in concrete
There is no city zoo
Ventilation units where towers
Meet the streets
The ragged stand in bags
Soaking heat up through their feet
This was the only kindness
And it was accidental too
CHORUS
Now shaking single engined planes
Traffik-king stereos from Cuba
Buzzed the holy zealot mass
And drowned out Missa Luba
And drowned out Missa Luba
I thought I saw Lauren Bacall
I thought I saw Lauren Bacall
I swear
Hey fellas
Lauren Bacall
In a car jam
Yeah I don't believe it
In a car jam
are you positively absolutely?