Okie Dokie

Words and Music by Evan Hause

Pat on the back, another moment down
This is the one they'll talk about for miles and miles around.
End of the day, a man drives home, turns left at the dead end
Takes one look at the setting sun then hits the trail to nowhere.

And it's North, South, East or West who gives a damn?
Okie Dokie, West it is for the young man.

Park the car, spit into the wind
In your face, it's no use to pretend.
Change of clothes, a new haircut, experiment with color
Month or two and then move on, tip the man a dollar.

And it's two or three or four who gives a damn?
Okie dokie, three it is for the new man.

And it's up or down or all around who cares?
Up it is, we'll fly to where the air's so thin you can
See past the walls of the cell you're in

And it's blue or pink or green who gives a damn?
Okie dokie, pink it is for the used man.