Old Song

So Eddie brought the speed, I brought the weed,
And Schultz the Operator did the rest.
I wasn’t sure that our stuff passed the test
Until the Ranger nodded. He agreed,
And Eddie grabbed the suitcase from the Swede,
Who turned and walked away. At my request
The Ranger shook my hand. “You’re headed west?”
He asked me. “Anything else you guys need?”

Schultz chose dress shoes, bow tie, and cummerbund,
While Eddie hit the track and lost his way.
The Swede is dead now, I heard someone say,
And I said I’d grow old, grey, and rotund:
I put my money in a balanced fund
And went back to the office the next day.