Vincent wrapped a mile a minute
Grabbed his cigarette and bent it
Lit a stick of gum and stuck a book
Of matches in his mouth
Drunk his sugar with some coffee in it
Broke out in a sweat
And swore he'd get it all together
Then he'd let it all hang out
And that great speckled bird
Sang her song in his ear
Whispering words of magic
That only he could hear
He been flying up there with her
For Lord knows how long
And that great speckled bird sang her song
Vincent rearranged the ratio
Of days and nights and strung them out
So he could sleep for one
And run around for three or four
With him roaring through the seasons
For some hard to pinpoint reasons
Every time I looked to see him
Speeding faster than before
Vincent banged his knee against the table
Cackled at the waitress
Ran a shaking hand through graying hair
And motioned her his way
With a grinding of his dentures
And a wink among the wrinkles round his eyes
He cried let's celebrate
I'm twenty-nine today
And that great speckled bird
Sang her song in his ear
Whispering words of magic
That only Vince could hear
He been flying up there with her
For Lord knows how long
And that great speckled bird sang her song
What a beautiful thought I'm a thinking
Concerning a great speckled
Lord ain't that pretty tell me something
Ah kick it in again
There goes another
