I Left My Wallet In El Segundo Lyrics
My mother went away for a month-long tripHer and some friends on an ocean-liner shipShe made a big mistake by leaving me homeI had to roam so I picked up the phoneDialed Ali up to see what was going downTold him I pick him up so we could drive aroundTook the Dodge Dart, a '74My mother left a yard but I needed one moreShaheed had me covered with a hundred greenbacksSo we left Brooklyn and we made big tracksdrove down the Belt, got on the ConduitCame to a toll, we paid and went through itHad no destination, we was on a questAli laid in the back so he could get restDrove down the road for two-days-and-a-halfThe sun had just risen on a dusty pathJust then a figure had caught my eyeA man with a sombrero who was four feet highI pulled over to ask were we was atHis index finger he tipped up his hat"El Segundo," he said, "my name is PedroIf you need directions, I'll tell you pronto"Needed civilization, some sort of reservationHe said a mile south, there's a fast food stationThanks, senor, as I start up the motorAli said, "Damn, Tip, why you drive so far for?"(Well describe to me what the wallet looks like)Anyway a gas station we passedWe got gas and went on to get grubIt was a nice little pub in the middle of nowhereAnywhere would have been betterI ordered enchiladas and I ate 'emAli had the fruit punchWhen we finished we thought for ways to get backI had a hunchAli said, "Pay for lunch"So I did itPulled out the wallet and I saw this wicked beautiful ladyShe was a waitress therePut the wallet down and stared and staredTo put me back into reality, here's Shaheed:"Yo, Tip, man, you got what you need?"I checked for keys and started to step What do you know, my wallet I forgetYo, it was a brown wallet, it had props numbers Had my jimmy hats I got to get it manLord, have mercyThe heat got hotter, Ali stars to curse meI fell bad but he makes me feel badderChit-chit-chatter, car stars to scatterBreaking on out, we was Northeast boundJettin' on down at the seepd of soundThree days coming and three more goingWe get back and there was no slack490 Madison, we're here, ShaHe said, "All right, Tip, see you tomorrow"Thinking about the past week, the last weekHands go in my pocket, I can't speakHopped in the car and torpe'ed to the shackOf Shaheed, "We gotta go back" when he said"Why?" I said, "We gotta go'Cause I left my wallet in El Segundo"Yeah, I left my wallet in El SegundoLeft my wallet in El SegundoLeft my wallet in El SegundoI gotta get, I got-got ta get it
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