it's such a special night 
my friend julius came around and brought me some 
glasses of bad advice 
brought twenty words around
and dropped me home
said i been getting tired 
getting home  
getting wrong 
getting high tonight 
but i gotta take the last express blues 
'fore the ceiling runs out and loose. 
what do you know, boy? 
i got twenty words around 
and you can't see 
around my house there is 
a white cloud of jealousy. 
cause i ain't the right man 
i ain't got the right words to say 
but i gotta take the last express blues 
'fore the feeling blows out and loose. 
and you know we better go before today 
cause my manners aren't as right as the ones you say 
and the day is gonna come we're gonna lose 
i'm gonna treat you like a boy 
and we..
but i ain't gonna tell who's right or wrong 
cause somehow tonight i'm out of me 
then i hit the street i felt the breeze 
when i arrived there was but a tree  
but there were no fruits nor history 
only a buncha fools who were askin' me  
how i couldn't resist what it'd done to me 
so i ain't gonna tell who's right or wrong
and the man is going to tell andrioli.