Charles Bukowski - Shot of Red-Eye lyrics

I used to hold my social security card Up in the air He told me But I was so small They couldn't see it All those big Guys around You mean the place with the Big green screen? I asked Yeah. well, anyhow, I finally got on The other day Picking tomatoes, and Jesus Christ I couldn't get anywhere It was too hot, too hot And I couldn't get anything in my sack So I layed under the truck In the shade and drank Wine. I didn't make a Dime Have a drink, I said Sure, he said 2 big women came in and I mean BIG And they sat next to Us Shot of red-eye, one of them Said to the bartender Likewise, said the other They pulled their dresses up Around their hips and Swung their legs Um, umm. I think I'm going mad, I told My friend from the tomato fields Jesus, he said, Jesus and Mary, I can't Believe what I see It's all There, I said You a fighter? the one next to me Asked No, I said What happened to your Face? Automobile accident on the San Berdo Freeway. some drunk jumped the divider. I was The drunk How old are you, daddy? Old enough to slice the melon, I said Tapping my cigar ashes into my beer to give me Strength Can you buy a melon? she asked Have you ever been chased across the Mojave and Raped? No, she said I pulled out my last 20 and with an old man's Virile abandon ordered 4 drinks Both girls smiled and pulled their dresses Higher, if possible Who's your friend? they asked This is Lord Chesterfield, I told Them Pleased to meetcha, they Said Hello, b**hes, he answered We walked through the 3rd. street tunnel To a green hotel, the girls had a Key There was one bed and we all got In. I don't know who got Who The next morning my friend and I Were down at the Farm Labor Market On San Pedro Street Holding up and waving our social Security cards They couldn't see His I was the last one on the truck out. a big woman stood Up against me. she smelled like Port wine Honey, she asked, whatever happened to your Face? Fair grounds. a dancing bear who Didn't Bullsh**, she said Maybe so, I said, but get your hand out From around my Balls, everybody's looking When we got to the Fields the sun was Really up And the world Looked Terrible