Red Track Suit
I got my red track suit on
I pull on my new straw hat
Don’t wait around honey bee
I’m taking a walk and won’t be back
I pass the kids skating past
They oughta stop talking smack
They got friends who ain’t here
Cause their poppy I whacked
The ladies at the track
They know I’m a made guy
When they need a good time
They know who to call
I may be eighty four
In my red track suit
When you hear me at the door
You know you done wrong
I was busting heads before your daddy came along
I was the bad boy before cops had shows
Before Joes dated broads on national tv
In my red track suit
So the next time you think some old guy
He’s a fool, what an old fart
He’s a badder ass than you’ll ever be
With his red track suit on
[Notes: File under, Songs I Will Never Write. I wrote this one day while in San Diego. I was walking along the beach when I saw this old guy speed walking along in a straw hat...