Walter Becker - My Rival lyrics

The wind was driving in my face The Smell of Prickly Pear My Rival, Show Me my Rival The milk truck eased into my space Somebody screamed somewhere I struck a match against the door Of Anthony's bar and grill I was the whining stranger A fool in love With time to k** I've got detectives on his case They filmed the whole charade My Rival, Show me my Rival He's got a scar across his face He wears a hearing aid Sure he's a Jolly roger Until he answers for his crimes Yes, I'll match him whim for whim now I still recall when I first held your tiny hand I loved you more than I can tell My Rival, Show me my Rival But now it's stomping time Sure he's a Jolly roger Until he answers for his crimes Yes, I'll match him whim for whim now