Album : John Prine
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I got a friend in Fremont
He sells used cars, ya know
Well, he calls me up twice a year
Just ask me how'd it go
Pretty good, not bad, I can't complain
Actually everything is just about the same

I met a girl from Venus, and her insides were lined in gold
Well, she did what she did said "How was it, kid?"
She was politely told
"Pretty good, not bad, I can't complain
But actually everything is just about the same."

Moonlight makes me dizzy
Sunlight makes me clean
Your light is the sweetest thing
That this boy has ever seen

Molly went to Arkansas, she got raped by Dobbin's dog
Well, she was doing good till she went in the woods
And got pinned up against a log
Pretty good, not bad, she can't complain
Cause actually all them dogs is just about the same

Moonlight makes me dizzy
Sunlight makes me clean
Your light is the sweetest thing
That this boy has ever seen

I heard Allah and Buddha were singing at the Savior's feast
And up the sky and Arabian rabbi
Fed Quaker oats to a priest
Pretty good, not bad, they can't complain
Cause actually all them gods is just about the same
Pretty good, not bad, I can't complain
Cause actually everything is just about the same
I got a friend in Fremont   He sells used cars, ya know   Well, he calls me up twice a year   Just ask me how'd it go   Pretty good, not bad, I can't complain   Actually everything is just about the same      I met a girl from Venus, and her insides were lined in gold   Well, she did what she did said "How was it, kid?"   She was politely told   "Pretty good, not bad, I can't complain   But actually everything is just about the same."      Moonlight makes me dizzy   Sunlight makes me clean   Your light is the sweetest thing   That this boy has ever seen      Molly went to Arkansas, she got raped by Dobbin's dog   Well, she was doing good till she went in the woods   And got pinned up against a log   Pretty good, not bad, she can't complain   Cause actually all them dogs is just about the same      Moonlight makes me dizzy   Sunlight makes me clean   Your light is the sweetest thing   That this boy has ever seen      I heard Allah and Buddha were singing at the Savior's feast   And up the sky and Arabian rabbi   Fed Quaker oats to a priest   Pretty good, not bad, they can't complain   Cause actually all them gods is just about the same   Pretty good, not bad, I can't complain   Cause actually everything is just about the same
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