Just One Thing I Need

Driving down the strip in my convertible Cadillac after midnight, and the city is just starting to roll, and I’m thinking to myself, this could be the night, no more chasing after the breeze, fashionless and cowering in the corner; step up, grab old Taurus, and hang on for the ride. I’ve got a hefty bankroll this time, a new suit, now all I need is a parking space.