Triple Face Boogie - Live

Buffalo, Buffalo, and I was entertaining Houston
You had New York, you know it, you gotta choose one
And if you trap me booger, gonna burn my speakers away

Well, I don't want your money and I don't want your time
So please don't trap me honey, yeah
And if you do, you're gonna beg a dime
'Cause if you hate me booger, gonna booger my sneakers away

I don't dig potato chips and I can't take tarts
And I dropped my guacamole but it still floats in the park
And if you trap my soul booger, 'cause it's
A hype booger, gonna booger my scruples away
It's a hype booger

All night long

Bag of reds, reds, reds
Bag of reds, reds, reds
Bag of reds, reds, reds
Bag of reds, reds, reds
Bag of reds, reds, reds
Bag of reds, reds, reds
Bag of reds, reds, reds
Oh, little darling
When we go searching
When we go searching
Through the gravel streets
Through mud, dirt and coal
When we go searching
For my bag of reds
My bag of reds

You bring your guitar
Out made of wine
Gonna try my guacamole
Baby, just one more time
Gonna try this place
I said look out
Guitar places way
I said look out
Guitar places day
I said look out
Thank you, L.A.!
Woo! Thank you!
Hey!