Easy Street - Lyrics - Head Of Femur

I'm taking Easy Street from now on I'm taking Easy Street from now on I'm taking Easy Street from now on I'm taking Easy Street from now on I wake up Sunday And my mom's yellin' down Yer sis's skates on the staircase She gives me that glare Your new suit is pressed Your shoes are polished Where'd you get those wingtips anyway, boy? I'm taking Easy Street from now on I'm taking Easy Street from now on I'm bored to death with everything they tell me I'm doing wrong I'm taking Easy Street from now on Parents jive too much It's bad for my stomach I got a teasing need for some big-city breathing I thought about Regina But I got no dough She put a hole in my pocket I picked her up at the hospital I'm taking Easy Street from now on I'm taking Easy Street from now on I'm bored to death with everything they tell me I'm doing wrong I'm taking Easy Street from now on Ooh, you're hot, child