DRIVING UP COMMERCIAL

C’mon Perry, don’t gimme—

Your crazy, loony superstitious

Fucked-up premonition crap

None of your stupid boyhood—

Fucked-up Big Bird routine

And your usual paranoid spiel

By the time it’s over with—

We’ll be Fat Cat rich and on

Our way to Mexico, honey!!!

Little did Dick know though—

That Truman Capote would

End up as my cute lover boy

PAST THE GRANADA THEATER 

Past the Kress Five and Dime—

Past the Strand Theater as we’re

Driving up Commercial slowly

Past the ugly Presbyterian Church—

Gothic brooding limestone wreck

Facing elegant Granada film palace

Past the bright flashing marquee—

The Granada Theater where our

Story would end up there in lights

Up on the Hollywood Silver Screen—

The whole sordid fucked-up noir

Movie of our wretched no-good lives