he forgot that it was sunday

the motel lights were blinkin', on my chartreuse four door lincoln, on the dock the fish were stinkin', i simply didn't have a care, and the old men sit 'round the cracker barrels, the children hum their christmas carols, the train tracks all run parallel, but they'll all meet up one day, on a dusty pew in a vestibule, sits the devil playing pocket pool, he's waiting for the next poor fool, who forgot that it was sunday, we used to tell each other lies, with our orange plastic button eyes, in a former life on a motel chair, i was charlie parker's teddy bear, yeah, me and bird we'd stay up late, i used to watch him contemplate, while his horn would sit by the window and, wait till it was time for him to blow it, on a dusty pew in a vestibule, sits the devil playing pocket pool, he's waiting for the next poor fool, who forgot that it was sunday, the only song i ever knew, was "moonlight bay on the avenue", these are the tales from the devil's chin, charlie i could've been a contender, and the old men sit round the cracker barrels, the children hum their christmas carols, the train tracks all run parallel, but they'll all meet up one day, on a dusty pew in a vestibule, sits the devil playing pocket pool, he's waiting for the next poor fool, who forgot that it was sunday, who forgot that it was sunday.