Roadside Cafe by Alex Blum and the Roadside Quartet

Itty, bitty stars up in the sky
Each one twinkles through the night
We talk for awhile and then you shut your eyes
But I’ve got the wheel and I’m going to drive

Skinny jeans, Hush Puppies, naked knees and vows
Black road, headlights, what should we do now

Tickle, tickle, fuzzy motion
This whole trip’s a mistake
Where’s the pool and suntan lotion
We can’t catch a break

Strung out in a roadside café
Radio’s playing Lana Del Rey
You’re eating pancakes and I’m eating steak
2 more hours ‘til the break of day

Salt shaker, ketchup bottle, hot coffee’s a treat
Here’s a napkin, wipe your face, man, where’d you learn to eat

Tickle, tickle, fuzzy motion
This whole trip’s a mistake
Where’s the pool and suntan lotion
We can’t catch a break

Tickle, tickle, fuzzy motion
This whole trip’s a mistake
Where’s the pool and suntan lotion
We can’t catch a break
We can’t catch a break
We can’t catch a break

Words and music by Patrick Storedahl

Lyrics reprinted by permission
(c) 2022 Porksword Publishing

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