Touch Of Class

When Bobby was young, man he could run

Up the hills picking sticks

He said it was fun and it gave him balance

The football man came to the house saying

Come play for us boy, don't be a louse

Man I'm no mouse! I gotta get a job and give my family a chance

Slow down, slow down

There's more to life, just look around

Lay down in the grass and stare at the clouds

Take it from me

I'm the gifted counsel to the crown

The boss had a big forehead

They said he was a righteous dude

But not right now was all he said when Bobby told him

Man I aint got no money for food

The boss said, 'Look out there in the warehouse son,

The boiler pump needs some fixin'

Bobby said, 'Naw man, I'll run

I'd rather get a steel bill and pick xxxx with the chickens!'

Ginger was a rich girl

Wore the Star of David around her neck

Had a summer home at the lake

She sat on deck

Bobby drove a cigarette boat called the 'touch of class'

Is that yours? She asked

No, I'm just the driver, would you like a ride?

Ginger was in love; mother asked, 'Where's your pride?'

Well he looks good in a t-shirt and man can he dance!

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Bobby went and sold his car, his house and everything underneath

He got a real estate license, a diamond ring and a small piece of gold between his teeth

Ginger thought it was a fitting contrast, the dead hand of the past

He said it was a touch of class

And she said wow, this all seems so fast

Well they buried proud heritage and moved to Florida

Where Bobby hustled and took advantage

Where he could, he would 'til Ginger said we're having a baby

It was a boy and he could run too

Just like the old man, but with a limited view

Bobby said 'we're gonna make quite a team little lady'

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The boy was even faster than his pop

He grew up and flourished, man he never stopped

Girls and money, a motorcycle that hopped

Jealous men called for a bow

An accident, and ambulance on the scene

And with one rainy night came to the end of the team

Bobby fell to his knees and said

'Where is your God now?!?'

Bobby and Ginger cried for years

The warm sun of Spain couldn't dry their tears

And they became 200 times removed from faith

Bobby kept on running till his legs got stiff

Old age crept in and Ginger took a trip

To the hospital where she cried

'My man is losing the race'

She took care of Bobby when he became unaware of reality

And he'd look out the window and stare and shout

'Oh where's my boy?!?'

He said there's and alligator on two legs

Change my sheets baby, give me some class

Ginger said, 'Golden years? Golden my ass?'

Don't slow down, don't ever slow down!

It would be a shame to die with a frown

Run to that light Bobby

We were wrong and maybe you were right

It's gotta be better on the other side of town