It seems like every big city has a Trauma Center, smack dab in the center of all the action. It's so convenient for the gangs and what not. When you get shot or stabbed, your friendly neighborhood Emergency department is just down the street looking for new business. Hey, we groove on it too; after all, there is nothing more boring than twiddling your thumbs all night in the E.R.

The Stockton Boulevard Shuffle

At night we go out cruisin'
For something fun to do,
We pack the glove compartment
With rock cocaine and glue,
We inventory weapons
And check our ammunition,
Then analyze the dress code
To prepare for demolition,
We'll boogie on the boulevard
Until the moon has set,
We're hunting for our rivals
It's a turf related debt.

We're doin' the Stockton Shuffle
It's our favorite expedition,
We'll keep our zip guns loaded
And ready for attrition.

The happy hombre' hideaway
Is actively recruiting,
Respect is guaranteed
If you've done a drive by shooting,
Because our leader, Jesus Wannabee
Got blown away last week,
He took a double shotgun blast
Directly on his beak,
Thus splattering his sacred essence
Upon the dashboard fur,
Now, when we take a low ride cruise
The windshield is a blur.

It's a party, it's a shuffle, on the promenade
We're kickin' up our heels out in the street,
We're paying our respects to Jesus Wannabee
While jamming to our favorite gangland beat.

Fibril_late; 1993