DRIVING HOME THE POINT
(my Mexican Chef)
They bat for average, and I'm dizzy as hell.
Can't stand straight. Whole world spins.
No way is that to pin the tail on the donkey.
Right, amigo. Go for broke, both you and
your little senorita there. Drive that Taurus
until it dies, runs out of gas or burns. Tar
the roof all day, spin, weave, flip - food,
pizza or gas. Whatever it is you do for dough.
Money I mean; the American stuff. All the
points along the border are pointing to here.
Are they not, Carlos Mendicimo Armagandos
Perez Aguirre? I think that was the name on
you tag. Brewmaster. Soup-chef.
They bat for average, and I'm dizzy as hell.
Can't stand straight. Whole world spins.
No way is that to pin the tail on the donkey.
Right, amigo. Go for broke, both you and
your little senorita there. Drive that Taurus
until it dies, runs out of gas or burns. Tar
the roof all day, spin, weave, flip - food,
pizza or gas. Whatever it is you do for dough.
Money I mean; the American stuff. All the
points along the border are pointing to here.
Are they not, Carlos Mendicimo Armagandos
Perez Aguirre? I think that was the name on
you tag. Brewmaster. Soup-chef.
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