Vic Chesnutt - Cash lyrics

Do your math Eat your clams I always hated the L.A. Rams Climb up on the roof To watch the balloon As its shadow wanders across your room Get the Windex And a wad of paper towels Wishing you was Roseanne Cash and I was Rodney Crowell Groom your trees Prune your shrubs Pounding pitchers in your neighborhood pubs Conspiracy to keep me under wraps I signed the document Well I guess my a** is gra** Stoke a candle Thumb through a book Autobiography of an infamous crook