| Me and Mr. Hohner
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| Standin' on the corner
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| Not doin' nothin' to no one
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| When a squad car stops
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| And out jump cops
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| You one of them, if I ever saw one
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| Wonder what I said
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| As my face turned red
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| Up against the wall, says the tall one
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| That’s a cute mustache
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| Have ya got any hash?
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| I’d like to make a buy, says the small one
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| Now the whole thing’s silly
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| But I’m starin' at the billy
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| Quietly askin' myself now will he
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| Use that thing
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| To make my eardrums ring
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| It’s all a bad dream
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| And I’m in South Philly
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| Now tell 'em, Mr. Hohner
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| Me and Mr. Hohner
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| In Yuma, Arizona
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| Tryin' to hitch a ride to Denver
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| Well, out of a toll
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| Comes the highway patrol
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| To check up on my gender
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| Is it her or him
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| Or maybe Tiny Tim?
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| Now up against the fence, says the dense one
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| You have picked a bad spot
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| To smoke your pot
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| Whatcha gonna do two against one?
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| Now the whole thing’s silly
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| But I’m starin' at the billy
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| Quietly askin' myself now will he
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| Use that thing
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| To make my eardrums ring
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| It’s all a bad dream
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| And I’m in South Philly
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| Now tell 'em, Mr. Hohner
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| Me and Mr. Hohner
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| Relaxin' out at Kona
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| Hawaiian sun can be groovy
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| When a pair of MPs
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| Yell out, freeze!
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| And I think I gotta part in a movie
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| Hey! |
| I’m talkin' to you
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| Tell me what did I do?
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| You’re a draft card burner, says the thin one
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| We can tell by your looks
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| That you read too many books of wars
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| And that’s because ya ain’t been in one
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| Now the whole thing’s silly
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| But I’m starin' at the billy
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| Quietly askin' myself now will he
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| Use that thing
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| To make my eardrums ring
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| It’s all a bad dream
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| And I’m in South Philly
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| Now tell 'em, Mr. Hohner |