Robyn Hitchcock - A Man's Gotta Know His Limitations, Briggs lyrics

A man's gotta know his limitations, Briggs Or he will just explode You lived in your imagination, Briggs You blew up in the road And I'm talking to you And to you over there And to you over there You were riding in your car in San Francisco You were riding through the weather and the rain You were riding in your car in San Francisco But you're never gonna ride that way again A girl's got to know her situation, Clint Or she will just move on (She will just move on) So if you have some information Squint through the keyhole Or down the barrel of your gun And I'm talking to you and I'm listening too so you've got no excuse I was riding in your car in San Francisco I was riding through the weather and the rain I was riding in your car in San Francisco But I'm never gonna ride with you again A boy's gotta go just where you put him, Mel Or he will turn to steel And if he does you must forget him, Mel Unless you want him crawling through your dream And I'm talking to you I can talk I can hear Well what more do you want? We were riding in your car in San Francisco We were riding through the weather and the rain (Weather and the rain) Riding in your car in San Francisco But we're never gonna ride that way again We've all got a Briggs in us (Oooooh) Somewhere down the road (Somewhere down the road) I don't know about you folks but (Oooooh) This Briggs will explode A man's gotta know his limitations, Briggs