It's such a special night
My friend Julius came around and brought me some
Glasses of bad advice
Brought twenty words around
And dropped me home
Said I been getting tired
Getting home
Getting wrong
Getting high tonight
But I gotta take the last express blues
'fore the ceiling runs out and loose

What do you know, boy?
I got twenty words around
And you can't see
Around my house there is
A white cloud of jealousy
Cause I ain't the right man
I ain't got the right words to say
But I gotta take the last express blues
'fore the feeling blows out and loose

But I gotta take the last express blues
'fore the feeling blows out and loose

And you know we better go before today
'Cause my manners aren't as right as the ones you say
And the day is gonna come, we're gonna lose
I'm gonna treat you like a boy and we...
But I ain't gonna tell who's right or wrong
'Cause somehow tonight I'm out of me
Then I hit the street I felt the breeze
When I arrived there was but a tree
But there were no fruits nor history
Only a bunch of fools who were asking me
How I couldn't resist what it'd done to me
So I ain't gonna tell who's right or wrong
And the man is going to tell Andrioli