Here's your potpourri Making up for lost time I am a running from the pleasure spots Taking naps playing leisure bots All the errands I will run em all I feel sicker by the waiting clock Going up a key to bring about All the changes I can think about Mama calls when I am just about Finish writing riffs or turn around And upsetting me Mama she loves them bloody chairs And every time I try to write a song Or play my horn She calls me Studying law paying bills of mine It's a chase running this one tight And the money flow be running dry AP making up for all the tries Going up a key to bring about All the changes I can think about Mama calls me when I am just about Finish writing riffs or turn around And upsetting me Mama I am on my bloody knees And I need you to believe the song My Strat my comp And call me