I was in Santa Cruz, I had an hour to kill so I had a mooch around the
town. There were a load of Derelicts knocking about. Playing guitar,
drinking coffee, panhandling. Nice place to be a bum I'm thinking.
Then I catch a glimpse of myself in the shop window.
Fuck me! Who's that?
Filthy Monkey, dirty jeans, slippers, nappy barnet, smelly beard and I
had my rucksack on. I'm surprised no one gave me some spare change.
Then I pick up this roach at Carnival.
Hit the spot.
Jah works.
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