One of you ask for the lyrics. The subject matter is kinda dark, but so is real life at times.

Mad Dog 2020

I was sittin on the corner of a dead end street Drinking from a paper bag
MD 2020 mad dog wine will drive you right on out ah your mind
It will make you hot, It will make you cold, it will make you wish you were not so bold
To be sittin on the corner of a dead end street with me

Hey hey Joe can you pass me that straight cause I want’s to get my hit
I can tell by the smell, and the look on your face, that that there stuff is some pretty good [*****]
Well it made me hot, and it made me cold, and it made me wish I was not so bold
As To be sittin on the corner of a dead end street with you

Her come Betty walking down the road, want’s to jump right in the mix
Said she came down, to little brothers town, to give the boy a big herrowine fix
Well it made him hot and it made him cold and now he wishes he was not so bold
To be settin on the corner of a dead end street again

Lordy Lordy Lordy look commin down the road, hell it must be five O
Well, it’s been right fun, but I tell you son, I think I better go
Cause they’ll lock me up, through my [*****] in jail, and ain’t none of you jokers gona go my bail
For settin on the corner of a dead end street with you…again

“Amazing! I’ll be working with Jaco Pastorius, Charlie Parker, Art Tatum, and Buddy Rich, and you’re telling me it’s not that great of a gig?
“Well…” Saint Peter, hesitated, “God’s got this girlfriend who thinks she can sing…”