everyman was a friend of mine

once upon a time
everyman was a friend of mine
in black leather pants
and white bow tie
man, he was dressed to fly
singing his lonely lullaby
with an electric guitar in hand
his strap pulled tight across his chest
the ladies didn't have to guess
what he had come here for
they waited by the back stage door
and they didn't want an autograph or a wink
cooked up in an old kitchen sink:
his music was turned down low
it was several hours after the show
and The Man had already come and gone
the party lasted well past dawn
before the police came looking for a score
the floor looked like the second world war
with blood and guts, cocaine and an old billboard
no one could shift from reverse into forward
but everyman was playing slow pin ball
with a red haired lady in his narrow front hall
he had a quick tilt and he had an even slower wilt
and she had to leave before five
she grabbed her purse and barely made it out alive
but everyman was scrubbing his wood floor
with a tattooed blondie who painted his back door
he had a wet sponge and an even drier plunge
and she had to leave before six
she grabbed her purse and left with all her tricks
man, everyman was almost alone
he had a dog who kept chewing his bone
and a cat who tried to talk but could only moan
the sun came up and the lights went out
no one remained to twist and shout
and soon the clock really hit six
everyman grabbed his red joy stick
he took it for a fast ride
man, that man has no pride
he had no one by his side
once upon a time
everyman was a friend of mine
in black leather pants
and white bow tie
man, he was dressed to fly
singing his lonely lullaby
with an electric guitar in hand
his strap pulled tight across his chest
the ladies didn't have to guess
what he had come here for
they waited by the back stage door
and they didn't want an autograph or a wink
cooked up in an old kitchen sink.