GREG BROWN lyrics - 44 & 66

44's a BMW; 66's a Yamaha,

44's just like mother; 66 owns Omaha.

44 & 66; 66 & 44,

What a piston; what a bore,

66 & 44.



66's a long old jet plane, goin' to a folk festival,

44's a hot jazz player, yeah; and his belly's never full.

44 & 66; 66 & 44,

You got to push what you can't pull,

66 & 44.



66 is modern poetry; 44 is modern art,

66 ain't got no mystery; 44 ain't got no heart.

44 & 66; 66 & 44,

Flick your Bic at the right door,

66 & 44.



66's a brand new baby bouncin' on his grandma's knee,

44's a long old coffin, open arms for you and me.

44 & 66; 66 & 44,

Say goodbye and close the door,

66 & 44.



66 is Waylon Jennings, and he can't find his cologne,

44 is Nelson Eddy, and he's crying on the telephone.

44 & 66; 66 & 44,

Outlaws don't dig to be poor, no,

66 & 44.



66 is just a number; 44 is just a gig,

66, apprentice plumber; 44 still wants to make it big.

44 & 66; 66 & 44,

Add 'em up, you get some more,

66 & 44.