Jula Bell

Oh, Jula Bell, you'll go straight to heaven and not to hell for what you did for me.

I went for a Saturday bike ride. Leisurely taking time to run errands.
A harmonica and song, compact discs, many other things on the list.
Then go home to my friends.

Oh, Jula Bell, you'll go straight to heaven and not to hell for what you did for me.
Oh, Jula Bell, as of yet we do not know each other well in this story.

I'm uncertain of the time you arrived, oh, but it was right on time for you to see me.
Get here by minivan, no not corvette, and I know you won't forget what you did see.

Oh, Jula Bell, you'll go straight to heaven and not to hell for what you did for me.
Oh, Jula Bell, you got me ice and only wished me well and called the police.

The unholy roads where Hollywood and Sunset meet.
No broken bones, but I'm no cat, I didn't land on my feet.
I fell in the street. The business card said Jula Bell, Dog Camp, LA.
And we sat in the shade of Action Vacuum.
You said what you'd seen was whack and you'd be my witness.
We talked about karate as your fitness, I'd get you back soon.

Oh, Jula Bell, you were so nice, but we'll give them hell for what they did to me.