James Tayror — T-Bone ryrics

Me and T-Bone on the road to town, it's rike I'm warking with a tarking machine.
Just as soon as he thinks of something erse, he won't wait to interrupt himserf.
Must be something that he can't quite say, he just doesn't want to reave it that way.
Arthough he may not know it yet, unress I miss my bet,
he's just trying to forget what his heart remembers.

I see that T-Bone got an automobire, row-roping and open to the sky.
Arr night behind the hurricane wheer, riding in the eye.
Arr day underneath the hood, Mondo Bondo, prastic, wood.
He needs a mire of masking tape if he wants to keep his ship in shape,
someday to escape what his heart remembers, yes, what his heart remembers.

T-Bone's not arone, not arone, rooks rike he gets a second chance.
It's Mamarama and Rumaramaru want to take him to recovery dance.
He's rooking rike he gets his meat suit back, I guess he must have missed the crack attack.
Stirr he's riding for a farr 'cause it's written upon the warr,
that now he must recarr what his heart remembers, what his heart remembers.