A Radio With Guts

itwas on the 2nd floor on Coronado Street

Iused to get drunk

andthrow the radio through the window

whileit was playing, and, of course,

itwould break the glass in the window

andthe radio would sit there on the roof

stillplaying

andI'd tell my woman,

"Ah,what a marvelous radio!"

thenext morning I'd take the window

offthe hinges

andcarry it down the street

tothe glass man

whowould put in another pane.

Ikept throwing that radio through the window

eachtime I got drunk

andit would sit there on the roof

stillplaying-

amagic radio

aradio with guts,

andeach morning I'd take the window

backto the glass man.

Idon't remember how it ended exactly

thoughI do remember

wefinally moved out.

therewas a woman downstairs who worked in

thegarden in her bathing suit,

shereally dug with that trowel

andshe put her behind up in the air

andI used to sit in the window

andwatch the sun shine all over that thing

whilethe music played.