Takin’ a stroll down something to do street,

Lookin’ for a bar or a girl to meet.

After about four hours of walkin’ up and down,

We sat on the curb, our faces both frowned.

When up from nowhere came a man,

Said ‘how’d you like a smoke, my fran?’

We all sat there gettin’ stoned.

Didn’t mind bein’ alone.

 

You always get what you don’t see comin’.

Give it a while and it’ll find you.

Sittin’ on the corner or lying in the gutter, it’ll get you.

Some day or another.

 

A couple hours went by, oh how time flies,

When a cop pulled up and asked for our names.

We made good friends with the wall, and the back of his seat,

All we were lookin’ for was a woman to meet.

But after a good night’s sleep

In the Aransas County jail

We walked out the door

and burned another one down as we set up sail.

 

You always get what you don’t see comin’.

Give it a while and it’ll find you.

Sittin’ on the corner or lying in the gutter, it’ll get you.

Some day or another.

 

We hugged the coast all the way to Corpus,

passin’ by seawalls and gettin’ our kicks.

We picked up some passengers on the way,

A couple of friends, and a handful of chicks.

By the time we pulled in and got up to shore,

We were lookin’ for more grass, ready to score.

But these chicks, man, they were such a bore,

didn’t even care about gettin’ a fix.

 

So we left them there on the beach for a whole day and night,

when we came back the next day, we had ourselves a fright.

They’d taken the boat, left us a note that said

“We’ll try to bring’er back in one piece.”

 

You always get what you don’t see comin’.

Give it a while and it’ll find you.

Sittin’ on the corner or lying in the gutter, it’ll get you.

Some day or another.