Double Dutch

Tried my luck, under the roof of the New York Dodgers dome    
Didn’t make roster, hopped on Route 66, went to another city
Ended up at the front gates of Walter Disney’s home  
Which has been re-zoned to downtown LA, oh what a pity  
Walked the streets, buzzing to pollinate all the beehives  
Saw some Fred Astaire dudes, showing off their colorful jives  
Wandered down a blackened, one way street  
And who the fuck, do you think I would meet?  
The one and only knife wielding ghetto thug, Huggy Bear  
Who said, I wasn’t now, looking all that smug, oh dear  
Then along came his crew, Bonnie and Clyde  
Now I wanted somewhere to fucking well hide  
All of a sudden, a striped tomato pulled up and out jumped Starsky n Hutch  
Yelling out to the pimp, Huggy Bear, who spoke double-dutch  
Leave the boy alone, and go on and get back on home  
Thank god you showed up, for I was ‘bout to write my last poem.