They pumped out his stomach thirty barbie heads For deb,
Hear my voice, where you are
Take a train, steal a
All aboard [Foreign content]
Well, the Ding-Dong Daddy of the D-car
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Ivy creepin' up the old gravestone Ivy creepin' up the
My waiter is a brando affecting nicholson's smile I feel
Better that we keep our mysteries intact But you're ringin'
I was back in new york and thinkin' of you
He loses himself in the boxscores She can't decide what
He's a friend to all the stars
Made a fortune selling
Well, the bum was in my trash, he's pickin' out
She shimmers like the surface of a swimming pool Staring
Face club, pal I went and fished with my fly
Me and Joe were drivin' in his rusty van
Makin' last