| Tonight I’m turning in pretty beat
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| Getting notices that my flight to San Francisco might be canceled
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| From New Orleans due to unusual cold weather in the southeast
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| There was a light rain coming down as I walked down
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| Pretending tonight that air never felt so chilly
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| If my flight is canceled tonight I hope I get to stay another day
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| I hope to see my favorite three New Orleans strays
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| Biscuit and Creampuff and Angryface
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| I saw Angryface today and my gosh she came toward me
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| From the porch of an unusually fast pace
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| Angryface came toward me from the porch
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| Of the house who gives her scraps
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| And I let her warm up to me
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| She kept rubbing her short-haired gray body against my black jeans
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| I said, «Goodbye, see you the next time I’m in New Orleans»
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| And I went to the cafe across from the Guest House like I do every day
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| And I walked back and I saw Creampuff
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| Drag a flattened Popeye’s box across the parking lot
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| I told her when I leave tomorrow, I’m gonna miss her a lot
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| And I told her to give Biscuit a kiss for me
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| I’m gonna miss that little Biscuit, I’m sad I didn’t get to see her today
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| I took a hot tub today in the sauna and hit the punching bag at the gym
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| To sweat out the crud that’s been building up in my system
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| From the gumbo and the dirty rice and the turtle soup
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| The rich food down here that I’m addicted to
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| And as I got out of the hot tub, the air was so cold
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| I thought about getting back home and making love to you
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| And when I went to bed, I turned on the TV
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| And I cried during the middle of Wall Street
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| The touching bedside scene with Martin and his son Charlie Sheen
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| When Martin had a heart attack and they were both sitting there crying
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| And Charlie said, «I know I never told you this before dad, but I love you»
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| Yeah I love my dad, yeah I love my dad
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| And that scene in Wall Street touched on my worst fear
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| The thought of losing my dad
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| I fear that day that I’m beside him crying next to his hospital bed
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| Don’t know what regrets I’ll have
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| But I know that «I love you» cannot be said enough times
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| Yeah, I told my dad I loved him so many times
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| And I dread the «I love you» that will be the final time
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| I already don’t like goodbyes, I don’t like goodbyes
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| Like the ones that I have to say to my love, Caroline
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| Even when I know that I’m gonna see her in two to three weeks' time
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| Yeah I hate goodbyes, yeah I hate goodbyes
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| I even hated saying goodbye to the angry face cat
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| With those hungry black eyes
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| Then it was 1 AM and I thought
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| «Hey, damn if it isn’t Muhammad Ali’s birthday»
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| January 17th, they light up the street from my home
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| It’s where he eventually lost to Spinks at the Superdome
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| Then I watched Faisal Arrimi throwing bobs at Junior Maximus
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| On my television set, filmed in Africa
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| Arrimi did well but lost his title to Junior Maximus
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| Then I read a little more about the working boy, Ignatius
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| And his obsession to improve social injustices
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| At his place of work, Levy Pants
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| I related to Ignatius' obsessiveness
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| Some will call this a song, some will call this a rant
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| And those who call you crazy
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| For being focused and getting all projects done
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| Maybe they’re just jealous of your genius
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| And are part of the confederacy of dunces
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| Some eat popcorn to the downfall of TV celebrities
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| If that’s what you choose to luxuriate in
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| That’s your soap opera baby, not me
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| Then I put the book down
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| Thinking my limbo in New Orleans has ended
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| It’s time to go back home and play a concert
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| And face my 2017 expenses
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| Woke up this morning and dusted and vacuumed
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| And rolled up my old Asian rug
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| That’s the most expensive thing in my home
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| And I don’t want it destroyed by no Gulf Coast flood
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| Then I walked out into the street
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| And said, «Fuck, hey what do you know»
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| Right below that palm tree on Martin Luther King is a patch of snow
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| Patches of snow all up and down the trolley line
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| Called my girlfriend, said, «Is my flight leaving?»
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| She said, «Yeah, I looked it up, it’s leaving and on time»
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| I’m on United Airlines, seat 10D
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| A middle-aged man in a sweatsuit
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| Is playing video games like a little kid, beside me
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| And I’m reading more about Ignatius
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| He’s at work, holding up a banner and building crosses
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| And people are thinking he’s an artist
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| I like reading about the life and times of the working boy Ignatius
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| Just closed the book right now because I’m tired on Chapter 7
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| And here’s where the words for my new album had just ended
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| January 17th, 2018, United Airlines, seat 10D
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| Can’t wait to see you baby, can’t wait to see you baby |