Long locked white boy
Lightning in his hair
Strolling the streets there---
Big ass hammer in his hand
The police did not understand
They flocked to take him
With their guns
Thinking blondie

Someone told me
To think no more
Of bright summer days
With their lovely haze
As an excuse to be amazed
By the joy of life
Or the perilous delight of strife
As the glacial tartness