Picoesque

Across the street they're raising wolves

And it don't take much to make them cry

A fire truck or a car alarm

Police drive by with their sirens on

And suddenly they're running with the pack

And remembering the call of the wild

They cry ooo ooo

Pastor Leon, he's the neighbor to my right

Twice on Sunday and every week night

He cranks up the PA, his wife is the choir

And they start preaching like a house on fire

And then his wife gets happy and begins to shout

Allelujah Allelujah! and then they all fall out

They cry Allelujah! Glorio! Glorio de Dios!

Baby pull on your old Dan Posts

Fire up that old GTO

And take me on a little ride down Pico

Now you're riding down Pico Boulevard and for the first time

You notice how many churches

Foursquare Baptist Catholic Cathedrals

Buddhist Temples Synagogues Mosques

Keith Dominion COGIC Pentacost

Iglesias de Cristos Iglesias de Dios and the

Sweet (swear to God) Aroma of Jesus

Down by the hardware store men are pitching pennies

Or standing by the paint store dressed in white

Or waiting by their trucks to hire for haul

Or collecting cans in shopping carts

Or carrying guitars and accordions

Into cantinas and restaurants

Or selling onramp oranges or offramp roses

Or ringing bells for 'paletas' 'raspados'

Or standing by a pay telephone

With a baby carriage and a beeper on

With last night's sermon still ringing in my ear

Allelujah! Allelujah! Don't despair....