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Baby's busy hiding in the bassinet |
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Wonderin' if the third world war started yet |
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I told her I was pulling up and heading west |
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She said she would have come, but she was overdressed |
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I sent a picture postcard of a Midwest bank |
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She wrote me that she showed it to her new friend Frank |
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Who noticed in the window of the 19th floor |
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A guy my age about to prove that man can't soar |
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He would also like to know |
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If I could just check around before I left this town |
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For slow-mo footage of the tumbledown |
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So this may not be my best day |
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But this ain't no golden age |
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You looked pretty on the freeway |
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Let's drive into the brave new world |
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A van pulled up and someone offered me a ride |
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The driver lost the map, but he was terrified |
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Everybody whispering to save his pride |
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Said, "Son, would you be kind enough to be our guide?" |
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The driver yelled, "The one in back already tried |
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His memory is rusty and his vision tied" |
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Glasses and a lubricant were by his side |
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But the tin man was inanimate, the lion lied |
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Did not want to see me go |
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But I did not want to be another musketeer |
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'Cause the gas runs out before the van's in gear |
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Please don't hit me if I do say |
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But this ain't no golden age |
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And you looked so pretty on the freeway |
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Let's drive into the brave new world |
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Buster and his company look good in black |
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They're looking for a way out of the cul-de-sac |
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Tearing through the phone book and the almanac |
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They all have dusty noses 'cause they sniff shellac |
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Finally found the number of a matador |
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Who rode up in a Beemer with a pricey whore |
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But Buster wasn't quick enough, he'd lock the door |
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And rode off sayin' he'd be back before the war |
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By then the night was falling slow |
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And I did not want to stick around and just look old |
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When I saw you pulling onto my soft shoulder |
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This may not be my best day (This may not) |
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But this ain't no golden age |
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You looked pretty on the freeway |
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Let's drive into the brave new world |
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Please don't hit me if I do say |
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But this ain't no golden age |
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And you looked so pretty on the freeway |
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Let's drive into the brave new world |