My Ride's Here lyrics

I have to leave
Let me go now
I dont want to be here anymore
you are boring
Let go of my arm
I have things I have to do
Im late for my train to Milan
Ow, I stubbed my toe
Where are my sandals?
Did you take my wallet?
Give It back
Im not messin around here
I really have to go now
leave me alone
Thats it im going to bite you
If you dont let me go
Im calling the Police
Get off of me

(Warren Zevon and Larry Klein)
I've got a bitter pot of je ne sais quoi
Guess what-I'm stirring it with a monkey's paw
Since I saw you coming out of my barber's shop
In that skimpy little halter top
Did you light the candles? Did you put on "Kind of Blue?"
Did you use that Ivy League voodoo on him, too?
He thinks he'll be alright but he doesn't know for sure

(Warren Zevon and Hunter S. Thompson)
You met her in a Turkish town
But you didn't want to bring her here
You didn't want her hanging around
In the Kingdom of Fear
So you left her there
You're a whole different person
You're a whole different person
You're a whole different person
When you're scared
The eagle screams on Friday
The Colts are doomed this year
The fat's finally in the fire

(Warren Zevon)
Lord Byron had a lot of luggage
He took it when he traveled far and wide
He didn't get to bathe very often
But he liked to change his clothes all the time
I had a little friend named Mister Johnson
Who always tried to be like me
He rose to the heights of this profession
He was hard on his friends and family
Still out here in the wind and rain
Look a little older but I feel no pain

(Warren Zevon and Mitch Albom)
He was born in Big Beaver by the borderline
He started playing hockey by the time he was nine
His dad took the hose and froze the back yard
And Little Buddy dreamed he was Rocket Richard
He grew up big and he grew up tough
He saw himself scoring for the Wings or Canucks
But he wasn't that good with a puck
Buddy's real talent was beating people up

(Warren Zevon and Paul Muldoon)
She stood beside my narrow bed
to check my E.K.G.
She shook her pretty little head
At what's become of me
I thought I glimpsed a path that led
Through rhododendron days
And fuchsia nights to the boatshed
In which we two once lay
But she gazed only at my chart
The valleys and the peaks
Brought back the time she broke my heart
In Macgillycuddy's Reeks

(Warren Zevon and Carl Hiaasen)
My baby is a basket case
A bipolar mama in leather and lace
Face like an angel-she's a perfect waste
My baby is a basket case
Dracula's daughter, Calamity Jane
Smoke on the water, water on the brain
She's pretty as a picture-and totally crazed
My baby is a basket case
She's gonna make a madman outta me
She's gonna make a madman outta me

(Warren Zevon and Larry Klein)
We're having a party
We're burning it down
We're building an idol
He's sad but he don't frown
He's the cream of the crop
So we're making him god
Start writing this down
When I give you the nod
Them Coptic monks
Knew how to keep it real
That Rosicrucian thing
That Zoroastrian deal
Well, they might be wrong
They don't give a damn
Long as they don't run out

(Warren Zevon and Paul Muldoon)
I was staying at the Marriott
With Jesus and John Wayne
I was waiting for a chariot
They were waiting for a train
The sky was full of carrion
"I'll take the mazuma"
Said Jesus to Marion
"That's the 3:10 to Yuma
My ride's here..."
The Houston sky was changeless
We galloped through bluebonnets
I was wrestling with an angel
You were working on a sonnet

Pour leur plaire aux femmes
Dites donc
Dites-moi Madame
Qu'ai-je donc
Perfides ou sinceres
C'est selon
Quand faut s'en defaire
C'est coton
Avec une gueule pareille
Nom de nom
N' me manqu' aux oreilles
Des pompons
Et si je marchais a
Croupetons
J'aurais tout du pauvre A-
liboron
Laissez-moi
Laissez-moi tranquille
Laissez-moi
Laissez-moi
Laissez-moi tranquille
Laissez-moi
Allez sans esclandre