Tekster: Ozark Mountain Daredevils. Arroyo.

City street, hang out
Thumbs in pocket
Black jacket
Black jack, dego-red

Manhattenized-Bohemia
Of Southern California
Tough punk of
Cool, futuristic Montana

Well, have you ever been mixed up?
Feel like you're in a stick-up, a hold-up
A robbery in progress?
Well, I have

Well, have you ever been faked out
Feel like you're in a stake-out
A cook-out, barbequed chicken?
Well, I have

Come on, mama, get on the yo-yo
We're all givin' up down in the Arroyo

Well, have you ever been stranded
Feel like you never landed
A bandit, a merchant of Venice?
Well, I have

Well, have you even been tumbled
Feel like you're in a jungle
A jingle, a town in New Jersey?
Well, I have

Come on, mama, get on the yo-yo
We're all givin' up down in the Arroyo

Well, have you ever been hungry
Feel like you're gettin' ugly
Ornery, and everybody's greasy?
Well, I have

Well, have you ever been zooey
Feel like you're David Bowie
A truly unidentified person?
Well, I have

Come on, mama, get on the yo-yo
We're all givin' up down in the Arroyo

There is a possibility of
Something running parallel
What something is, it might be called
Not necessary the same thing but uh

Something other than what could be the right thing
In other words, it might be a contingent-pository
If what you are doing at the same time
That you are doing something else