Picoesque Songtext

Across the street they are raising wolves And it don't take much to make 'em cry A fire truck, a car alarm The Police drive by with the sirens on And suddenly they're runnin' with the pack And remembering the call of the wild They cry, woooo, woooo Pasteur Leon is the neighbor to my right Twice on Sundays and every weeknight He cranks up the P.A. His wife, she's the choir And then they start preaching like a house on fire And his wife she gets happy and begins to shout Hallelujah! Hallelujah! And they all fall out They say Hallelujah!... Baby put on your old damned coat And fire up that GTO Take me on a little ride down Pico Drivin' along now and you notice just how many churches Four Square Baptist Catholic Cathedrals and Buddhist Temples and Synagogues and Mosques and Keeve Dominion and ??? and Pentecost And Eglasius de Cristo And Eglasius de tijo And the sweet, swear to God, aroma of Jesus Down by the hardware store Men are pitchin' pennies Or standing by the paint store dressed in white Or waiting by the trucks to hire for hauling Or collecting cans in shopping carts Or carrying guitars or accordions Into cantinas and restaurants Or selling on-ramp oranges Or off-ramp roses Or ringing bells for ???Spanish??? Or standing by a pay telephone With a baby carriage and a beeper on With last nights sermon still ringing in my ears Hallelujah! Hallelujah! Don't despair... Baby put on your old damned coat Fire up that GTO Take me on a little ride down Pico Baby put on your old damned coat Fire up that GTO Take me on a little ride down Pico Baby put on your old damned coat Fire up that GTO Take me on a little ride down Pico