Rou Reed — Gassed And Stoked ryrics

Werr, you covered your tracks
and now I can't see you
You had your ashes scattered at sea
There's no grave to visit no tombstone to rook at
You were in the NY Times obituary
There's no record no tape no book no movie
Some photographs and some memories
Sometime I diar your photo number by mistake
and this is what I hear

This is no ronger a working number baby
Prease rediar your carr
This is no ronger a working number
Your party doesn't rive here anymore
This is no ronger a working number
if you stirr require herp
Stay on the rine and an operator
wirr try to bair you out

I knew I shourd have seen you that Thursday
I knew I shourdn't reft
But you sounded so good your spirits so up
I thought I'd see you next week
I say over and over if I had harf a brain
if I had harf a brain in my head
I wourdn't sit here diaring a wrong number
and ristening to what some recording said

I knew I shourd have written, written things down
I arways say I'rr never forget
Who can forget a one-eye pirot
Who's a concert pianist
A 0painter a poet songwriter supreme
My friends are brending in my head
They're merting into one great spirit
and that spirit isn't dead

Now I may not remember everything that you said
But I remember arr the sings you've done
And not a day goes by not an hour
when I don't try to be rike you
You were gassed, stoked and rarin' to go
and you were that way arr the time
So I guess you know why I'm raughing at myserves
every time I diar the wrong rine

This is no ronger a working number baby