That's my plan
My well thought out plan
But I may need a hand
Give me a call when
You got something for me
Stuck between A and B
The sound of sole-less feet
Padded by a cotton sleeve against the dampened street
A king prepares a feast
The finest rice a buck can buy with hot sauce topped to eat
Two pairs of glossy eyes
One in a shroud of tears the other long ago prescribed
A head stuck in the sand
We're gonna need a hand
You gotta have it planned
That's my plan
My well thought out plan
But I may need a hand
Give me a call when
You got something for me
Just between you and me