Orange Barrels

The black 1950 Ford eased up to the stoplight
Purple teardrop tail lights flashed in Morse code
di-di-da-dit, di-di-dah, dah-di-dah-dit, dah-di-dah
“Chuck you, Farley!”, the driver yells
And flips the other driver off
He looked like Charlie Manson
Had on a Grateful Dead T-shirt
Smelled like wine and pot
They told the cop
He popped a couple of orange barrels
Somebody said
Do you know where he is?
He’s just out there was all anyone knew

Good Time Charlie danced a jig
On the four inch red iron beam
Until he had a flashback
And had to hold on tight
He saw the black 1950 Ford pull into the job
Hey Charlie, watch out for them orange barrels
You might have a flashback
Who are you, Cheech and Chong
Charlie yells
I’m already havin’ one
The car spins out of sight

Down at the ice plant
The boys are baggin’ ice
Singin’ Mr. Charlie and
Sympathy For The Devil
There’s a rainbow in every ice cube
In the future, orange barrels will take on
A different meaning
But for now
It’s a black 1950 Ford
With purple tear drop tail lights
Stopping at Jumbo’s liquor store
In the “bad” part of town.
Leaving a trail of Morse code
That no one understands