The story about the tow truck companies in California painting curbs red to justify illegal tows inspired me to write this song, sung to the tune of "Paint It Black" by the Rolling Stones.
I see yellow curbs, but I want to paint them red
No yellow anymore, I want them to turn red
I see the girls walk by dressed in their summer clothes
As soon as they are gone, it’s then I start my tows
I see a line of cars; the curbs are still quite yellow
I paint the curbside red, I am a clever fellow
Like newborn babies, I just happen every day
If I can’t tow honestly, I’ll find another way
Cops see a yellow curb as I paint it red
Maybe I’ll take some plea, not have to face the feds
You can't be innocent, when your hands are red
No more will my bank account turn a deeper green
And KESQ is saying what I did was mean
If I look hard enough into the setting sun
I see yellow turning red, but I regret my fun
I see a red curb, but I have to paint it yellow
All part of my plea deal, I have to paint ‘em yellow
I see the girls walk by, dressed in their summer clothes
Convicts won’t be getting love, as any convict knows
I gotta paint it, paint it yellow!
I want to blot the sun from the sky
Burning my neck, beet red
I want to paint myself yellow, lay next to the curb,
Make my escape.
Paint myself! Paint me YELLOW!!!!