Four Track Mind

We put the BabyGirl

on a leaving jet plane

and dug out the Les Paul

and the more Fender

and got down to brass tacks

in the dead basement.

Now we got time.

We got mics 

and we got tape

and we got enough whiskey 

and electricity to get it all down

nice and dirty

quick and greasy.

Get out of my way

I've got a four track mind

and there's no room for you

in my standing room only world.

See you at the end 

of side two.