Roxas Boulevard In Front Of The U.S. Embassy Was Bumper To Bumper

Bumper to bumper, huh

I don't sweat it,

Day's right, moment's right

And I'm doing my thing,

Bumming along...

"May I wash your window, ma'am?"

No, no, I am an innocent

My teeth white like pure light

From the heavens above

Holier than thou, maybe not

But still, I'm moving along,

My hopes open as air in my shirt sleeves

Tough it out brother

You've got one shot

Take my hand and we'll make the most of it.