Rollin' on a Mothership, bottleneck

Summer Breeze, comes to you

The sea never colors you blue

there ain't no much talk

in the crowd, about the man for the job

it ain't makin' no sense on the ship

searchin’ for rum, desperately running from the cold

the storm, damaged the mast

the sailors, livin’ in the past

shakin’ so nervously, the ship swinging side by side

sinkin’ in its own rhythm, livin’ with an old system

tryin’ to keep a tone, managing some skulls and some bones

makin’ the sea merrier, creating a wave, subtler

the transsexual is overboard, ahoy!

Better than earnin’ a penny, servin’ in an Irish Pub

Shamrock, Watchmen, Manhattan and the likes

Of the state, through the gates,

Here the air traffic is worse than an in Ameerpet

Made In India drainage covers, adornin’ the Wall Street

Across the Brooklyn Bridge

Evolving into an unsunny misty day

Or every other Saturday

Ball and bat

Hit the good cat

Bad dog, cookin’ up a new pot

Pickin’ out all the seeds

The way ya’ll treat the beads

Stickin’ in an old song

Life long, ting tong.