Pat-trip Dispenser

He moved slow at the petrol stall
It's Pat, the truck dispenser
It's Pat, the truck dispenser
He came with solvent in his hand
The truck dispenser
He's buying purer on the vodka
It's Pat, the truck dispenser
It's Pat, the truck dispenser
Brand of syndicate of sound
Digital tone bound
McGinty thought he could fool the fall
With his imitation speed
But he had not accounted for the psychic nose
He did not know there are no big shots on the rock
And even if there were McGinty would not be among them
His head was full of icy calm
A clarity of nothing
It's Pat, the truck dispenser
It's Pat, the truck dispenser
It's Pat, the truck dispenser
It's Pat, the truck dispenser
It's Pat, the truck dispenser
It's Pat, the truck dispenser
They meet at the generic supermarket
With paper
With paper
It's Pat, the truck dispenser
It's Pat, the truck dispenser