Highway 99 with Melange
Michael B. Cohen

...but the gist of things to come showed me nothing...
...that would just compound the hurt...

Well I was driving up the highway thinking about I don't know what in
particular
What riot I would find when I got to Berkeley, I suppose
When I noticed these strange vibrations
Or was I falling in love
Well, I don't have a radio in my car so the noises I was hearing
Frightened me enough that I began to wonder about the wisdom
Of wanderin' on the road at eighty-five
Now I should explain that I often drive alone
But this time I was giving my friend and his wife a ride
Or was she falling in love
Now my friend don't drive and he's not used to the strange vibrations in my
'60 Dodge
But then if I had more money I'd probably be worried about why the plane
was wigglin'

Anyway it takes a certain amount of blind faith to make 99 in an old car
No matter what your experience or precaution
But I just had a tune-up
And anyway you can't dodge the one with your number on it, so to speak

Why do I always seem to vibrate with my friend's old lady?
It probably has to do with the fact I don't have one myself
And I don't want to mess with anyone else's
So whereas I'd come on to somebody desirable
I'm attracted to a chick who feels that I won't bite
Which is why when the car ground to a halt near Kingsburg
It was Fred who said that I needed a new transmission
I mean after all without a transmission you can't go
I mean you need an engine, but that's what you get on
And getting it on requires the transmission
Which Fred felt under some tension to provide
Although the one that he had was not negotiable
Uh, necessarily
That's all