Maybe I'm Lost
  Watch while my mind starts to go
  Maybe I dribble, a little
  Maybe I'm Lost
  I only put up a front
  Losing the feel for the hunt
  Address me as mother Theresa
  People all tell me to go, to go, to give them a break
  Maybe it's time to relax
  Sell insurance and pack up your sax
  Bye a chateaux or shift to the Bronx
  Maybe their right
  They say I should vote
  Take a train on the fifth of July
  I pack some apples and some eau de cologne
  Hey maybe I'll try
  I'll try and try and blow all the bread
  I'd be staring at tug boats in June
  What is the name of this tune?
  Turning tricks on the boat to Calais
  I'd be queen for a day
  Then I'd settle for luck
  Daily double and old aqueduct
  I'll fill my pockets with shekels and juice
  Put my winnings to use and go and go and blow all my bread
  (What's my name)
  (Where am I)