Tonight they're closing up the world   N' sweeping smoke from cigarettes   And what is that funk multi-national   Anthem rocking from a thousand   King Kong cassette decks   Then a 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 we works from door to door   The violence in the carpets   The mirror 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 acne   Once inisde the executive   He never leaves his home   Gorillas drag their victiims   Hyenas try to sue   Snakes find grass in concrete   There is no city zoo by   Ventilation units where towers   Meet the streets   The ragged stand in bags   Soaking heat up through their feet      This was the donly 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   Ah yeah positively absolutely      CHORUS