I'm moving my car forward a foot at a time Another red light another warning sign Is that rain on the windshield Wonder if it's raining on the jersey side Tapping my fingers to the radio But I don't hear a thing Watching the hookers move in and out of the light One of these days one of these days . . .
One of these days I'm gonna smash somebody's car And smash the copper's face As they take me away . . .
But I gotta go home now (don't wanna go to my house)
Only forty minutes to the jersey side Me and suzy used to read the news and stay up all night We used to see a lot of people then we just got tired And gave birth to a perfect little alibi I take a sip of diet soda and loosen my tie Another red light another warning sign Hey that puerto rican hooker must be six feet tall One of these days one of these days . . .
One of these days I'm gonna turn the car around And keep on going 'til I lose track of time . . .
But I gotta go home now (don't wanna go to my house)
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