My mother went away for a month-long trip   Her and some friends on an ocean-liner ship   She made a big mistake by leaving me home   I had to roam so I picked up the phone   Dialed Ali up to see what was going down   Told him I pick him up so we could drive around   Took the Dodge Dart, a '74   My mother left a yard but I needed one more   Shaheed had me covered with a hundred greenbacks   So we left Brooklyn and we made big tracks   drove down the Belt, got on the Conduit   Came to a toll, we paid and went through it   Had no destination, we was on a quest   Ali laid in the back so he could get rest   Drove down the road for two-days-and-a-half   The sun had just risen on a dusty path   Just then a figure had caught my eye   A man with a sombrero who was four feet high   I pulled over to ask were we was at   His index finger he tipped up his hat   "El Segundo," he said, "my name is Pedro   If you need directions, I'll tell you pronto"   Needed civilization, some sort of reservation   He said a mile south, there's a fast food station   Thanks, senor, as I start up the motor   Ali said, "Damn, Tip, why you drive so far for?"      (Well describe to me what the wallet looks like)      Anyway a gas station we passed   We got gas and went on to get grub   It was a nice little pub in the middle of nowhere   Anywhere would have been better   I ordered enchiladas and I ate 'em   Ali had the fruit punch   When we finished we thought for ways to get back   I had a hunch   Ali said, "Pay for lunch"   So I did it   Pulled out the wallet and I saw this wicked beautiful lady   She was a waitress there   Put the wallet down and stared and stared   To put me back into reality, here's Shaheed:   "Yo, Tip, man, you got what you need?"   I checked for keys and started to step    What do you know, my wallet I forget      Yo, it was a brown wallet, it had props numbers    Had my jimmy hats I got to get it man      Lord, have mercy   The heat got hotter, Ali stars to curse me   I fell bad but he makes me feel badder   Chit-chit-chatter, car stars to scatter   Breaking on out, we was Northeast bound   Jettin' on down at the seepd of sound   Three days coming and three more going   We get back and there was no slack   490 Madison, we're here, Sha   He said, "All right, Tip, see you tomorrow"   Thinking about the past week, the last week   Hands go in my pocket, I can't speak   Hopped in the car and torpe'ed to the shack   Of Shaheed, "We gotta go back" when he said   "Why?" I said, "We gotta go   'Cause I left my wallet in El Segundo"      Yeah, I left my wallet in El Segundo   Left my wallet in El Segundo   Left my wallet in El Segundo   I gotta get, I got-got ta get it