Did you see it Roscoe
the girl on the ferris wheel
I think she smiled at me.

Don't say you didn't see it.

Don't say she was a boy
like you did last night
in the Cafe El Chico.

You were drunk Roscoe.

Do you think she knows
I am ready for it
a moonlit ride
from Jackson to Marble Hill

Don't go back
to that thing at the cafe.

I'm not ready to explore
the night with a boy
not even in heaven.

But I could be wrong
and since it's you and me
and a case of beer
in the back of the truck
It could be a moonlit ride
from Jackson to Marble Hill
and a cootsy-coo
and a dream in the country.