Taken off our new album due out in 2018. A great foot tapping coast cruising track.

Lyrics

Well I was scootin’ & a bootin’ along the West Coast
In my shark finned Cadillac
On my pilgrimistic journey down to glitzy Las Vegas
With some dollars in a gunny sack
And I ain’t ever / No I ain’t ever going back

There’s a psychedelic hobo on a surfed out beach
Leaning on a busted shack
Sipping Jim Beam out of a rusty old can
Just another one-eyed Jumping Jack
And he ain’t ever / No he ain’t ever going back

Don’t call don’t call
Don’t call at all
Don’t call don’t call
Don’t call at all

In a bar downtown a piano’s being murdered
By a blurry eyed maniac
It’s the only way to stay awake
For a renegade insomniac
But he ain’t ever / No he ain’t ever going back

Don’t call don’t call
Don’t call at all
Don’t call don’t call
Don’t call at all

Now the sky up above is tumbling down and down and down ‘n down
While the band making music inside my head is playin’ jingly jangly sounds
And over in the corner jiving and a bopping are the King & Queen of rock
They’re back at High School in ’58, together “At the Hop” (let’s go)

Don’t call don’t call
Don’t call at all
Don’t call don’t call
Don’t call at all I’m not coming home/Don’t Call