Fat Man Fred

Fat man Fred stands in the corner
with a boy of 30 in a baseball cap,
sideburns on both, and boy has
a doobie in his mouth and is cutting
a little bit of cocaine, Fat man Fred
stutters and takes a swig of whisky
through a straw from a plastic cup,
boy of 30 sells him a painting and
it's just another Saturday night so
the crowd's drinking cocktails and
wearing high heels and laughing
lipstick colored lifestyles, Fat man
Fred talks to you about

Charles Bukowski, Los Angeles,
the "Sity of Angles", but your girl
is enjoying the laid-back views
in the corner, little girl rapping on
stage and your girl is gettin' into it,
you're gettin into her, your fingers
in her hair as you and her dance
into the night, into the ever
expanding ever falling well of
falling in love.