Rodney Crowell Fate’s Right Hand

Cool as a rule you don’t learn in no school

You can’t brown nose the teacher from a dunce hat stool

It’s the hum and the rhythm of the birds and the bees

The momma’s and the poppa’s and the monkeys in the trees

Brothers and the sisters living life on the street

Play the hunch pull the punch you’ll never get beat

By the junk food tattooed white dude true blued

Honky with an attitude coming unglued

Fate’s right hand…I don’t understand at all

Billy loves women like a junky loves dope

Give him just enough rope, the monkey’s gonna choke

She’s a Bill Blass combo maxed out mombo

D.K.N.Y. caught him in a lie

Ken Starr word man were talking absurd

Spending forty million dollars just to give the man the bird

He’s a king she’s a queen the rap won’t stick

Get it on with a rubber and you won’t get sick

Fate’s right hand…I don’t understand at all

Redrum dot com dim sum smart bombs

Double cappuccino and a heart like a tom tom

Ozone long gone that’s it I quit

Natural inclination says enough of this

brat pack black jack heart attack crack

We need another news channel like a hole in the back

There’s a 187 on the 405

We all go to heaven on a hard disk drive

Fate’s right hand…I don’t understand at all

Hard rain fish seine hurricane Jane

Don’t forget about Carla when you’re talkin’ about the poon tang

Slow song on the bone rec hall dance

Double date Debbie with a pole in my pants

First comes love like it always did

Or we wouldn’t be talkin’ bout The Houston kid

Po-dunk piss-chunk old dead skunk drunk

Trot-line Freddy’s got his dogs in the trunk

Fate’s right hand…I don’t under stand at all

Fate’s right hand…man I don’t understand at all