Orange on the Right

Street art greets my heart, uh-huh;

As I saunter to the bar,

Uh. I’m no longer a star

But, I’ve got my hanky, brah.

Orange on the right, I can

Go strange all tonight, Hell yes;

So changed, I’ll go write well-stressed

Words and tease many a man.

Not tonight, no, no—oh, oh!

’Got to fight so I can dance;

Not tonight, no, no, it’s Trance.

Fuck. Now I really should go.