Fast Times In Minnesota by jeremy messersmith Lyrics

Phyllis, go home
I think you might be drunk
What you called your knack for genius
Was prob'ly only luck

Phyllis, don't cry
When you think of the snow
Picture burly lumberjacks
Dyin' in the cold

He's never comin' back
Fast times in Minnesota
You're stuck in North Dakota
Drivin' fifty-five

Phyllis, don't frown
This is not the end
Of a life you have despised
You've got a few years yet

Phyllis, look up
Try not to forget
The best part of gettin' older:
Livin' with regret
He's never comin' back, no
Fast times in Minnesota
You're stuck in North Dakota
Drivin' fifty-five

He's never comin' back
Fast times in Minnesota
Just east of South Dakota
Uff-dahs and, yeah, you betchas

Hot dish and all the lefse
Drunk drivin' on Toyotas
Bob Dylan, great to know ya
White people paranoia

That time and where I met ya
I hope I didn't bore ya
Drivin' fifty-five
Drivin' fifty-five
Drivin' fifty-five