Beck - Blue Randy lyrics

I was driving home in a Dodge Stratus To the contaminated side of town Where the shortwave radio playing songs of the century And a big black cloud of asbestos Was shadowing my demise Where were you this morning, Little Randy? Breakdancing in the food court by yourself With the honor and your attitude And your jeans full of prison food There's a police chalk outline where you last been seen I was lacerated by my indiscretions I was sanitized by the pinefresh smell Of a damsel in stonewashed denim The way that her sideways ponytail fell Where were you this evening, Candy Apple Sweetheart? Playing ba** solos up on the sun With your syntax in the post And a clothes pin on your nose And a septic tank full of all the stories you told Well she called me up on a chainstore pay phone She invited me up to a condo door Way down in a neon park To play lazer tag with her cousin, Rick Where were you this morning, Blue Randy? Doing capoeira up on the rooftop again With your dry ice machine And a fist full of creatine There's a police chalk outline where you last been seen Now there's a police chalk outline where you last been seen