I saw the statue of Herman Brood
It had a lump
I'm a bluefinger from up on the hill
Above the dark
I'm a captain in a flying crew
I find the farm
At discotheque 36 on the Richter Scale
I'd seen you pouring
If you're sour 'cause some people
Tried to take away all
Shama-lama-ding-dang
Oh me, oh my
She took all the money
And left me
Breathing mask, gloves and leather
Stations of the Cross
I've got no
All my days
I've been listenin' to you play
I've spent all
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