Walking Spanish
He's got himself a homemade specialYou know his glass is full of sandAnd it feels just like a jaybirdthe way it fits into his hand
He rolled a blade up in his trick towelThey slap their hands against the wallYou never trip, you never stumbleHe's walking Spanish down the hall
Slip him a picture of our JesusOr give him a spoon to dig a holeWhat all he done ain't no one's businessBut he'll need blankets for the cold
They dim the lights over on BroadwayEven the king has bowed his headAnd every face looks right up at MasonHe's walking Spanish down the hall
Litella's screeching for a blind pigPunk Sanders carved it out of woodHe never sang when he got hoodwinkedThey tried it all but he never would
Tomorrow morning there'll be laundryBut he'll be somewhere else to hear the callDon't say goodbye, he's just leaving earlyHe's walking Spanish down the hall
All St. Barthelemew saidWas whispered into the ear of Blind Jack DawesAll Baker told the machinewas that he never broke the law
Go on and tip your hat up to the PilateTake off your watch, your rings and allEven Jesus wanted just a little more timeWhen he was walking Spanish down the hall