(Vic Chesnutt)where did you go after the paradeI wandered, searching for about an hourthen I parked it on a benchshifting and sulkingthose pesky little mosquitoesthey nearly, nearly, nearly, nearly drained methen a man dripping with vitalissaid I looked like Joe Namathhe asked me did I used to be famousand I said "neighbor, I'm famously late"and I said "neighbor, I'm famously late"where did you go after the paradeyou never even appeared to enjoy itI came out of it with a slight experiencedrinking and howling at the nativesyou're a great at disapperingyou left me with an ear acheI spit into the swan lake saying"what a hideous rewiev"saying, "what a hideous rewiev"weather, barometric pressaurepush me to the groundmy stomach is growlingI always heard this was such a festive townbut everybody over ten years old is frowningeverybody over ten years old is frowningwhere did you go after the paradeI didn't expecting you to be bolting awayremember the time you took meto see Harold and Maude'cause I didn't know the meaningof the word catharsiswe are busy weaklingspoking around for reasonswe are happy little heathensit's just time we both admit itit's time we both admit it

 

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