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Echoes of the Broadway Everglades, |
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With her mythical madonnas still walking in their shades |
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Lenny Bruce declares a truce and plays his other hand |
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Marshall McLuhan, casual viewin', head buried in the sand |
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Sirens on the rooftops wailing, but there's no ship sailing |
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Groucho, with his movies trailing, stands alone with his punchline failing |
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Klu Klux Klan serve hot soul food and the band plays "In the Mood" |
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The cheerleader waves her cyanide wand, |
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There's a smell of peach blossom and bitter almonde |
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Caryl Chessman sniffs the air and leads the parade, |
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He knows in a scent, you can bottle all you made |
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There's Howard Hughes in blue suede shoes, |
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Smiling at the majorettes smoking Winston Cigarettes |
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And as the song and dance begins, |
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The children play at home with needles; needles and pins |