As I drove my old clunker down Powell to Market,
though the trip started out as a cruise and a lark, it
went south when a cop yelled, "Pull over and park it!"
So I told her, "All right! Ask it, don't bark it!"
As I sat at the corner of Haight and Masonic
with a beautiful hippie chick sipping a tonic
I thanked god our friendship was strictly platonic:
and affected indifference while she ran moronic.
As I rode on the streetcar past 7th and Judah
a woman got on, and if you saw her too, you'd'a
agreed with me she was as round as a Buddha.
She looked like an ad for a wheel of gouda.
On the cable car climbing the hill to Van Ness
I saw a young woman wearing such a tight dress
you could hear her poor thighs calling out in distress...
he who answered that call must have known happiness!
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