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I was glad I had money in the Savings and Loan

Friday afternoon hungover

I didn’t have a job

I was glad I had money in the Savings and Loan

I didn’t know how to play a guitar

Friday afternoon hungover

across the street from Norm’s

across the street from The Red Fez

I was glad I had money in the Savings and Loan

split with my girlfriend and blue and demented

I was glad to have my passbook and stand in line

I watched the buses run up Vermont

I was too crazy to get a job as a driver of buses

and I didn’t even look at the young girls

I got dizzy standing in line but I

just kept thinking I have money in this building

Friday afternoon hungover

I didn’t know how to play the piano

or even hustle a damnfool job in a carwash

I was glad I had money in the Savings and Loan

finally I was at the window

it was my Japanese girl

she smiled at me as if I were some amazing god

back again, eh? she said and laughed

as I showed her my withdrawal slip and my passbook

as the buses ran up and down Vermont

the camels trotted across the Sahara

she gave me the money and I took the money

Friday afternoon hungover

I walked into the market and got a cart

and I threw sausages and eggs and bacon and bread in there

I threw beer and salami and relish and pickles and mustard in there

I looked at the young house wives wiggling casually

I threw t-bone steaks and porter house and cube steaks in my cart

and tomatoes and cucumbers and oranges in my cart

Friday afternoon hungover

split with my girlfriend and blue and demented

I was glad I had money in the Savings and Loan.