I met you at JC Penney. I think your name tag said “Meadow”. I cold step to you with a fresh pack of gum. Somehow I knew you were lookin’ for some. Like a fruit that’s ripe for a pickin’. I wouldn’t do you like that Zankou Chicken. Cause only you’ve got a thing that I just got to get with. I just got to get with you. And you know what we’re gonna do: Zishy! Thanks for the lyrical help, Beck. And especially thanks to Meadow Brink for searing some fantastic memories into my mind.
