baseball cap and flannel arms   dancing with a voodoo doll   sweat rolls down the old guitar   seeing things the way they are   a crooked look lay on his brow   beside a wisecrack whiskey mouth   tip up the bottle and pour him out      here he is again   capman bootman      lay it down horizontal lean slip a finger across the bar   whip the high note frantic   skip the manic songwriter's pulled-down rhyme   then leave'em hanging halfway home   surprise is not the same thing twice   music is not your boiled rice      here he is again   capman bootman      leave the making sense behind   zen bazooka buddha joe   cornmeal and guitar strings   hates to fly to land and lives to sing   he's got his cap and boots and coat   he's got his box of songs he wrote   I wonder if he'll find that note      here he is again   capman bootman