Me and T-Bone on the road to town
  It's like I'm walking with a talking machine
  Just as soon as he thinks of something else
  He won't wait to interrupt himself
  Must be something that he can't quite say
  He just doesn't want to leave it that way
  Although he may not know it yet
  Unless I miss my bet
  He's just trying to forget
  What his heart remembers
  
  I see that T-Bone got an automobile
  Low-loping and open to the sky
  All night behind the hurricane wheel
  Riding in the eye
  All day underneath the hood
  Mondo Bondo, plastic wood
  He needs a mile of masking tape
  He wants to keep his ship in shape
  Someday to escape
  What his heart remembers (Oh, yes,What his heart remembers)
  
  T-Bone's not alone, not alone
  Looks like he gets a second chance
  It's Mamarama and Lumalamalu
  Want to take him to recovery dance
  He's looking like he gets his meat suit back
  I guess he must have missed the crack attack
  Still he's riding for a fall
  'Cause it's written upon the wall
  That now he must recall
  What his heart remembers (What his heart remembers)