Paul Simon

Words & music by paul simon
Couple in the next room
Bound to win a prize
Theyve been goin at it all night long
Well Im tryin to get some sleep
But these motel walls are cheap
Lincoln duncan is my name
And heres my song, heres my song
My father was a fisherman
My mama was a fishermans friend
And I was born in the boredom and the chowder
So when I reached my prime
I left my home in the maritimes
Headed down the turnpike for new england, sweet new england
Holes in my confidence
Holes in the knees of my jeans
Its left without a penny in my pocket
Oo-o wee is about as
Destituted as a kid could be
And I wish I wore a ring
So I could hock it Id like to hock it