in the daytimes when we go to sleep cuz in the night were gonna hit the streets at 10 oclock goin out to the docks north beach is where were gonna meet
variety acts went out magicians all fell out strippers in tippers in ventriliquist dummys out gypsy rose she was the best back in the days of good cheap
billy boy he had the boss sound yesterday what kissed you deadly was the mainstream a used kleenex a bloody kotex paradise in the west was yer english
get me up mr mike rown phone ya never save for a wake chippin more of me everyday yer justed get used to it claim to fame is callin yer name mr mike
shes got 15 personalities a glass eyeball and a problem brain livin out of town in a six foor ditch tries to hit herself but she always seems to miss