Dick Malone

Dark night, rainy city, oh man, that ain't pretty

Here comes a man looking all alone

You wanna know what they call him?

Dick Malone

He's the kind of man that knows where he's at

Gotta long gaberdine coat and a funky hat

You know what he does? Looks up at the sky

Says "I'm gonna figure this out, some way, gonna try"

Walks along the street in a pensive mood

He don't know what's happening really, but he's a real cool dude

He says "Hey, I feel like taking a rest

I'll just pull over, light up my Sunday best"

You never seen anything like it, man, he flew

I'm sure he knew just what to do

Something was stopping him - what could it be?

Watch out, watch out, what's that over there?

Don't pull your rod, Dick

Hold it, hold it, it's cool ma, yeah, keep it cool

Oh, but what was it? It's all right, don't worry, man

Yeah, so he took another token and lay well back

His thoughts was white but, er, the sky looked pretty black

He said "Oh man, what is it out there?"

Take it, Dick, don't go for your rod, Dick

Hold it, it's cool, it's cool, it's all right

Don't go

Hold it

Yeah, c'mon, now you're grooving, now you can feel it moving

C'mon, yeah, that's right

That's just what I've been trying to get to all night

C'mon, yeah, that's all right, you've got it, Dick

Yeah, don't go for your rod, you don't need it man

Just stay cool ... yeah ... now you're talking

Keepn on walkin', everything'll be all right