Cash lyrics

Do your math! Eat your clams! I always hated the L.A. Rams. Climb up on the roof, [To watch the police ?] As a shadow wanders across your room. [Get the wind back?] [I want a paper towel?] Wishing you was Roseanne Cash and I was Roger Crowell. Groom your trees, groom your shrubs, Pounding pictures in a labored pose Conspiracy to keep me under wraps, I signed the document, well I guess my ass is grass. Stoke a candle, thumb through a book, a autobiography of an infamous crook.