Hocus pocus, Pudding and pie.
Pinch the babies,
Make em cry
I wake up in the night but you don't know
Getting high on sci-fi and 45s
In my hotel room.
We chased tornados on the interstate
In a pickup truck.
I was riding shotgun on the
Chevrolet express
But I was somewhere
There's a shoot-out at the Eye-hop
Between a forth ward kid
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