Jack & Neal Lyrics

        jack was sittin poker faced with bullets backed with bitches
            neal hunched at the wheel puttin everyone in stiches
      braggin bout this nurse he screwed while drivin through nebraska
     and when she came she honked the horn and neal just barely missed a
  truck and then he asked her if she'd like to come like that to californy
            see a red head in a uniform will always get you horny
       with her hairnet and those white shoes and a name tag and a hat
          she drove like andy granatelli and knew how to fix a flat
      and jack was almost at the bottom of his md 2020 neal was yellin
           out the window tryin to buy some bennies from a lincoln
      full of mexicans whose left rear tire blowed and the sonsobitches
                      prit near almost ran off the road

    well the nurse had spilled the manoshevitz all up and down her dress
             then she lit the map on fire neal just had to guess
       should we try and find a bootleg route or a fillin station open
        the nurse was dumpin out her purse lookin for an envelope and
            jack was out of cigarettes we crossed the yellow line
               the gas pumps looked like tombstones from here
        felt lonelier than a parking lot when the last car pulls away
           and the moonlight dressed the double breasted foothills
          in the mirror weaving outa negligee and a black brassiere
              the mercury was runnin hot and almost out of gas
           just then florence nightingale dropped her drawers and
             stuck her fat ass half way out of the window with a
                             wilson pickett tune
       and shouted get a load of this and gave the finger to the moon

            countin one eyed jacks and whistling dixie in the car
           neal was doin least a hundred when we saw a fallin star
          florence wished that neal would hold her stead of chewin
          his cigar jack was noddin out and dreamin he was in a bar
        with charlie parker on the bandstand not a worry in the world
          and a glass of beer in one hand and his arm around a girl
                      and neal was singin to the nurse
                          underneath a harlem moon
         and somehow you could just tell we'd be in california soon