Beau James, Beau James, Beau James. He walked along Broadway. They called him Beau James. The city streets were his pals. The lights were his gals. His favorite flames.
Ugh Ugh Ugh. . (Chorus:). Shortie Wanna Ride. Dont Worry Bout A Car. Cus U Can Take A Ride On My Big Black Train. Ill Scoop You Up Wherever That You Are.
The sweet sound of patent approval. Comin' down in a not quite fog. The sweet sound of patent approval. Comin' down in powdery sparks. . The sweet sound of patent approval.
Trust was never meant for me. Stuck on sights that can't be seen. I play on what the world believes. The easy way I turn to lean. . And maybe chance, is all played out.
Blind sided but won't walk away. We all change you know I try to stay the same. You play a new face, a new game. And we've all seen better days. So look around, fallen off again.