The cigarettes and carrot juice
Get yourself a new tattoo
For those sleeveless days of June
I'm sitting on the Cafe Zinho's steps
With a book I haven't started yet
Watching all the girls walk by
Could I take you out?
I'd be yours without a doubt on that big dipper
If the sound of this it frightens you
We could play it real cool and act somewhat indifferent
And hey June, why'd you have to come
Why'd you have to come around so soon?
I wasn't ready for all this nature
The terrible green green grass and violent blooms
Of flowered dresses
And afternoons that make me sleepy
But we could wait a while
'Fore we push that dull turnstile into the passage
Thousands they have tread
And others sometimes fled before the turn came
We could wait our lives
Before a chance arrives, before the passage
From the top you can see Monterey
Or think about San Jose though
I know it's not that pleasant
And hey Jim Kerouac, brother of the famous Jack
Or so he likes to say Lucky bastard
He's sitting on the Cafe Zinho's steps
With a girl I'm not over yet
Watching all the world go by
Boy, you're looking bad
Did I make you feel that sad? I'm honestly flattered
But if she asked me out
I'd be hers without a doubt on that big dipper
The cigarettes and carrot juice. Get yourself a new tattoo
For those sleeveless days of June
I'm sitting on the Cafe Zinho's steps
I haven't got the courage yet
I haven't got the courage yet