Hey paleface in the morning sun Hanging by the fountain with your friends Little early to be so tired Or late for going out on a mend Well, two white boys on the wrong side of town Smiling mighty hard while the money runs out Blue eyes bleeding in the marquee lights So what's it gonna be, your smokes or mine? Neph was driving think I rode shotgun Down by the water, chances are And the summer, I'm just burning in heaven Boning up for finals in a bar Well, I hear you laugh when you ask about me Are you coming home for Christmas Come on, pretty please? Spent in a boxcar Wind blowing in, transistor radio, bottle of gin On the way home Neph wasn't feeling too good So we pulled to the side of the road He was kneeling, I was laughing As he tossed himself all over my clothes Well, two white boys on the wrong side of town Smiling mighty hard while the money runs out Blue eyes bleeding in the marquee lights So what's it gonna be, what's it gonna be Two white boys on the wrong side of town Smiling mighty hard while the money runs out Blue eyes bleeding in the marquee lights So what's it gonna be, your smokes or mine? She's so fine