Down the Road - Little Feat

And it’s cold in the morning so I turn away at the heat

You say: 'Faster boy, speed up' - but still I’m much too slow

I feel your innuendo

You got all the answers, least they say you do

But when I start to strut my stuff, you say: 'Hey, time to go'

That ain’t what I’ve been told

Guess I better meet you down the road, down the road

You know sometimes I wanna steal away and stay, yeah

Till my faces touch the ground

My dinner in Chicago, oh my breakfast down the line

If you don’t hear from me, girl, I hope you’re feelin' fine

'Cause I’ve been doin' time, hope you’re feelin' fine

Call me up, catch a plane, don’t think of taking another game

'Cause my regular lady she gets my pocket change

Do you want my every thought?

Well, come over here and try to get me off

Won’t you please me?

Shake your dignity

Put a little on me

On me, on me, on me