Well a person can work up A mean mean thirst After a hard day Of nothin much at all Summer's past It's too late To cut the gra** There ain't much to rake anyway In the fall And sometimes i Just ain't in the mood To take my place In the back for (?) You're like a picture on the fridge That's never stocked with food I used to live at home Now i stay at their house And everybody wants To be someones here They call his name out Loud and clear Here comes a regular Call out my name Here comes a regular And by the only world(?) Here today Well a person can work up A mean mean thirst And then they die In san francisco With dick dales(?)