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I woke up on a Sunday morning,
rolled over in bed
I got that same flamboyant feeling running
crosshairs through my head

I look to my confidant and his
toothy grin of lead
I've got a hundred million things or more
to do before I'm dead

Gambado at the racing track
Gumbo-Limbo in the wood
Dashiki on my lover's back
and a footprint where he stood

I gave up on the tranquil recant
refuse to be a dupe
And that's why I'm here prognosticating
in this chicken coop

I'm done with all the robber barons
I'll take my dues instead
Got a hundred million things or more to do
before I'm dead

Gambado at the racing track
Gumbo-Limbo in the wood
Dashiki on my lover's back
and a footprint where he stood

Got a jar of nitroglycerine
a cocktail a la mode
chimera on my bathroom floor
just waiting to explode

I don't need no consolation prize,
just like he would have said,
I've got a hundred million things or more
to do before I'm dead
I woke up on a Sunday morning,   rolled over in bed   I got that same flamboyant feeling running   crosshairs through my head      I look to my confidant and his   toothy grin of lead   I've got a hundred million things or more   to do before I'm dead      Gambado at the racing track   Gumbo-Limbo in the wood   Dashiki on my lover's back   and a footprint where he stood      I gave up on the tranquil recant   refuse to be a dupe   And that's why I'm here prognosticating   in this chicken coop      I'm done with all the robber barons   I'll take my dues instead   Got a hundred million things or more to do    before I'm dead      Gambado at the racing track   Gumbo-Limbo in the wood   Dashiki on my lover's back   and a footprint where he stood      Got a jar of nitroglycerine    a cocktail a la mode   chimera on my bathroom floor   just waiting to explode      I don't need no consolation prize,   just like he would have said,   I've got a hundred million things or more   to do before I'm dead