Big nothing.
He stood in the road outside of town
December 1965 in Caracas
When Arnie LaFlamme(?) took his piece
Baby's got a brand new hairdo, but doesn't she look
The landlady's husband came up to town today
Since he
Now it's just you and me, my blue friend
And
I thought it was you and your optimist's view of
Oh, a TV went off like three day old milk
Here comes Mr. Misery
He's tearing out his hair again
Who do you see when you turn your eyes down?
He's a fine figure of a man and handsome too
Oh my baby baby I love you more than I
As I stepped out upon the landing my heart was
I can't lie on this bed anymore it burns my
One, two, three, four, five, six, seven.
Monday's calling you
The sky fell over cheap Korean monster-movie scenery
And spilled
Blood and Chocolate
I hope you're satisfied what you have
