It was a Wednesday some time in the '90's
coke was out and heroin was in
Andrew still had that old station wagon
and we piled inside
me and you and Victoria Something
we called Andrew “Jesus”
he looked like Jesus
long brown hair and sorrowful eyes
the sun was shining
the radio was on
we drove out of Memphis down to New Orleans
and we left town on a whim that morning.
By car it's a trip of five or six hours
and all the way down
the radio was playing that song by The Breeders
I’ll be your whatever you want
I know you’re a cannonball
Jesus we learned couldn’t drive worth a shit
he had a bad temper and leaned on the horn
me and you and Victoria Something
we sat in the back
I tried to think of a way to impress you
but Victoria Something could play the piano
and eat with her feet
you thought that was sexy
you were intrigued
and Jesus pounded his fist on the wheel
and swore like my dad when he can’t find his keys.
We spent two days and nights down in the Quarter
we left Friday morning some time in the '90's
departed let’s say on more than a whim
you sat cuddled up with Victoria Something
I sat like a girl on a hot tin roof
I would’ve been your whatever you wanted
but I was out
Victoria was in
newspaper said it would rain and it did
and all the way home
the radio was playing that song by Beck
soy un prededor
so why don’t you kill me
and Jesus was cursing under his breath.