Cupid says, “Combo corner pocket.”
I lost my head as an old flame sped
past on a rocket. I hopped on and fled
the boys in the band to a double bed.
Now I’m headed for coffee bouncing down the street
a wad of 20s in my pocket, the whole world at my feet
they call me Loose Change.
They call me Loose Change.
When people write on the bathroom walls,
they roll their shit into little balls.
Whenever I read those words of wit,
I eat those little balls of shit.
I know that might not sound right.
That might just sound plain wrong,
but I bet this guy 20 bucks. I could put it in a song.
They call me Loose Change.
They call me Loose Change.
Colorado. Econo. By myself. Mono y Mono.
Stayed up all night, but there was nothing on oh
when am I going to sleep?
Wound up in Boston with a grin on my chin.
I lost her number, but I made a new friend.
They call me Loose Change.
They call me Loose Change.
I think I’m heading out to California,
but first, I’ll swing past New York.
There’s a girl down in Baton Rouge
who I’d like to talk to some more.
If you see me with my thumb out on the side of the road,
you could decide the next place I go.
They call me Loose Change.
They call me Loose Change.