Vinegar Stride

That old style music
Hits me right between the eyes
Second-hand lyrics
Come as no surprise
I’m bobbin’ and I’m groovin’
Before I realise
I’m cooked, I’m toast
My host has thrown me to the wolves
I’m finished, I’m done
I’ve fallen to the wolves

I’m cruising, there’s no need to hide
I’m on, I’m on, I’m on
The Vinegar Stride
I’m on The Vinegar Stride

Never lasts very long
I’m back on the street
I’m glad handling
Everyone I meet
Looking for my next fix
Gonna taste so sweet
So pretty, so hot
So everything I’m not
So pretty, so what
So easily forget

When I’m cruising, there’s no need to hide
I’m on, I’m on, I’m on
The Vinegar Stride
I’m on The Vinegar Stride

I’m packing baby
Yeah, I’m handling heat
There’s no such thing
As too much to eat
I’m flying, Joe
Coming into land
No crying, so
Glove in hand
Fist in hand
Fist in hand
Fist in hand

I’m cruising, I’ve too much to hide
I’m on, I’m on, I’m on
The Vinegar Stride

© John Rogers 2009