Midnight Cravings: Allsups Chimmy

Yeah, yeah. Neon buzz in the moon, wearing a frown.

Tires humming, streets quiet in this sleepy town. Taco sauce packets rattling in the

glove box. Memories folded tighter than my tube socks. Cruising slow,

half tank, vision blurry. Dust devils dancing, small town flurry. Window crack,

smell a friar in the breeze. Calling me home like a preacher on his knees.

Allsups Chimmy, savior of the night. Wrapped in foil, silver armor,

shining bright. Grease stains on my soul but it's all, all right.

Allsups Chimmy, my homie 'til the morning light, yeah. Ooh,