it's such a special night
my friend julius came around and brought me some
glasses of bad advice
brought twenty words around
and dropped me home
said I been getting tired
getting home
getting wrong
getting high tonight

but i gotta take the last express blues
'fore the ceiling runs out and loose.
what do you know, boy?
i got twenty words around
and you can't see
around my house there is
a white cloud of jealousy.
cause i ain't the right man

i ain't got the right words to say
but i gotta take the last express blues
'fore the feeling blows out and loose.
and you know we better go before today
cause my manners aren't as right as the ones you say
and the day is gonna come we're gonna lose

i'm gonna treat you like a boy
and we..
but i ain't gonna tell who's right or wrong
cause somehow tonight i'm out of me
then i hit the street i felt the breeze
when i arrived there was but a tree
but there were no fruits nor history

only a buncha fools who were askin' me
how i couldn't resist what it'd done to me
so i ain't gonna tell who's right or wrong
and the man is going to tell andrioli.