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Zappa Frank |
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Bongo Fury |
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Sam With The Showing Scalp Flat Top |
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Sam with the showing scalp flat top, |
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particular about the point it made. |
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Why, when I was knee-high to a grasshopper, |
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this black juice came out on a hard shelled chin. |
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And that called that 'tobacco juice'. |
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I used to fiddle with my back feet music for a black onyx. |
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My entire room absorbed every echo.. |
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The music was.. thud like. The music was.. thud like. |
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I usually played such things as rough-neck and thug. |
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Opaque melodies that would bug most people. |
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Music from the other side of the fence. |
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A black swan figurine lay on all color lily pads. |
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On a little conglomeration table of pressed black felt. |
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With same color shadows, and seamed(?) knobbed knees, and what-nots. |
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The long hallway rolled out into oddball odd. |
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Beside the fly-pecked black doorway, |
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that looked closed on the tar-lattice street. |
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Up a wrought iron fire escape. |
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Rolled out a tiny wooden platform with |
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dark, hard, dark rubber wheels. |
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Roll, skreek! Roll, skreek! Roll, skreek! |
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Sam with the showing scalp flat top, |
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particular about the point it made. |
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Sam was a BASKET CASE! |
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A hardened dark ivory clip held.. saleable everyday pencils. |
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I wish I had a pair 'o bongos! |
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Bongo Fury! Bongo Fury! |
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Oowwwww! Bongo Fury! |
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(boogie!) |
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Bongo Fury! Bongo Fury! |
