Wednesday Night
Out on the freeway, the cop lights are flashing
Traffic ain't moving and you and me are passing
Something barely lit but still kinda glowing
Sitting and waiting for things to start flowing again
You say the way I'm smoking’s kinda faggy
I say, "Well maybe you're just a little dikey."
I try to show you my new tennis shoes
That I paid to much for, but at least they ain’t Nike
This time, oh
It's a Wednesday night
And I ain't dead yet
Some kid someplace is up to no good
With his Mama’s PC he thinks he’s Robin Hood
Stealing from the living and givin' to the dead
We shoulda stuck to surface streets like you said, oh
You had the tunes up loud and I think I was hearing
You saying something bout all the magic disappearing
Evеr since it got funded by the mеga-corporation
Which is some kinda metaphor for the whole nation
I think, uh huh
It's a Wednesday night
And I ain't dead yet
Well, to tell you the truth I don’t really mind it
When the freeway’s clogged and it gets really quiet
And all you hear's the rumble of Toyotas and Fords
And it seems like a good time maybe for the Lord to come
You could sure use a helicopter in this town
We could buzz all the buildings and then cruise downtown
High above the rabble and the traffic jam
Don't these people know who I am?
Oh
It's a Wednesday night
And I ain't dead yet
We’ve moved a quarter mile in forty-five minutes
I wish this car had a frigerator in it
Maybe it's an accident, maybe it’s a bust
Maybe it's Canada or Mexico taking us over
When it's you and me against the world ya gotta be strong
Or at least until something better comes along
I found something jammed in the ashtray, if
You can find us a match, we can make like Jimmy Cliff
I used to feel guilty and like I had to grovel
Just because I ain't wrote the great American novel
But I did fill out the extended warranty
In the glove department, we're covered till Saturday
Oh
It's a Wednesday night
And I ain't dead yet
Oh
It's a Wednesday night
And I ain't dead yet
Oh
It's a Wednesday night
And I ain't dead yet