They say Taylor was a good girl, never one to be late
Only stopping by on his way to a better world
Now she's finger licking to the man
Publisher: BUBBLE TOES PUBLISHING
Peter Patrick pitter patters on the window
About two thousand miles from here
Well, mommy's little dancer has quite a little secret
He just wanders around
That he's somewhere else, so far and clear
If Taylor finds a better world then Taylor's gonna run away
About two thousand miles from here
Used to be a limber chicken, times a been a ticking
Songwriter: Jack Johnson
That she's somewhere else, so far and clear
Giving what she gotta give to get a dollar bill
Now that Saturday is gone
With the money in his pocket, flying in his rocket
He thinks that singing on Sunday is gonna save his soul
But Sunny silhouette won't let him in
But I can see that his break lights are on
Working on the streets now, never gonna keep it
You're gonna have to pay her if you want to park here
Poor Taylor, she just wanders around
Poor old Pete's got nothing because he's been falling
Such a tough enchilada filled up with nada
That she would have listened to the words they said
Unaffected by the winter winds and he'll pretend
Complain, express ideas in her brain
Somehow Sunny knows just where he's been
Sometimes he thinks that he's on his way
Working on the night shift, passing out the tickets
It's quite an imposition and now she's only wishing
Unaffected by the winter winds and she'll pretend