Cigarettes and carrot juice
Get yourself a new tattoo
For those sleeveless days of June
I'm sitting on the cafe Zinho steps
With a book I haven't started yet
Watching all the girls walk by
Could I take you out?
I'd be yours without a doubt
On that Big Dipper
And if the sound of this it frightens you
We could play it real cool
And act somewhat indifferent.
And, hey, June, why'd you have to come
Why'd you have to come around so soon?
I wasn't ready for all this nature
The terrible green, green grass
And violent blooms of flowered dresses
And afternoons that make me sleepy
But we could wait a while
Before we push that dull turnstile
Into the passage
But thousands they have tread
And others sometimes fled
Before the turn came
We could wait our lives
Before a chance arrives
Before the passage
From the top you can see Monterey
Or think about San Jose
Though I know it's not that pleasant
And, hey, Jim Kerouac
Brother of the famous Jack
Or so he likes to say, "lucky bastard"
He's sitting on the cafe Zinho steps
With a girl I'm not over yet
Watching all the world go by
Boy, you're looking bad
Did I make you feel that sad?
I'm honestly flattered
But if she asked me out
I'd be hers without a doubt
On that Big Dipper
Cigarettes and carrot juice
Get yourself a new tattoo
For those sleeveless days of June
I'm sitting on the cafe Zinho steps
I haven't got the courage yet
I haven't got the courage yet
I haven't got the courage yet.
