i left my wallet in el segundo þarký sözü

my mother went away for a month-long trip
her and some friends on an ocean-liner ship
she made a big mistake by leaving me home
i had to roam so i picked up the phone
dialed ali up to see what was going down
told him i pick him up so we could drive around
took the dodge dart, a ´74
my mother left a yard but i needed one more
shaheed had me covered with a hundred greenbacks
so we left brooklyn and we made big tracks
drove down the belt, got on the conduit
came to a toll, we paid and went through it
had no destination, we was on a quest
ali laid in the back so he could get rest
drove down the road for two-days-and-a-half
the sun had just risen on a dusty path
just then a figure had caught my eye
a man with a sombrero who was four feet high
i pulled over to ask were we was at
his index finger he tipped up his hat
"el segundo," he said, "my name is pedro
if you need directions, i´ll tell you pronto"
needed civilization, some sort of reservation
he said a mile south, there´s a fast food station
thanks, senor, as i start up the motor
ali said, "damn, tip, why you drive so far for?"
(well describe to me what the wallet looks like)
anyway a gas station we passed
we got gas and went on to get grub
it was a nice little pub in the middle of nowhere
anywhere would have been better
i ordered enchiladas and i ate ´em
ali had the fruit punch
when we finished we thought for ways to get back
i had a hunch
ali said, "pay for lunch"
so i did it
pulled out the wallet and i saw this wicked beautiful lady
she was a waitress there
put the wallet down and stared and stared
to put me back into reality, here´s shaheed:
"yo, tip, man, you got what you need?"
i checked for keys and started to step
what do you know, my wallet i forget
yo, it was a brown wallet, it had props numbers
had my jimmy hats i got to get it man
lord, have mercy
the heat got hotter, ali stars to curse me
i fell bad but he makes me feel badder
chit-chit-chatter, car stars to scatter
breaking on out, we was northeast bound
jettin´ on down at the seepd of sound
three days coming and three more going
we get back and there was no slack
490 madison, we´re here, sha
he said, "all right, tip, see you tomorrow"
thinking about the past week, the last week
hands go in my pocket, i can´t speak
hopped in the car and torpe´ed to the shack
of shaheed, "we gotta go back" when he said
"why?" i said, "we gotta go
´cause i left my wallet in el segundo"
yeah, i left my wallet in el segundo
left my wallet in el segundo
left my wallet in el segundo
i gotta get, i got-got ta get it