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Ladies and gentlemen, I've suffered for my music...... now it's your turn.
(Terrible Harmonica Playing........) All the prophets of doom Can always find room In a world of worry and fear Tip cigarettes And chemistry sets And Rudolph the Red-Nosed Reindeer So I'm going back To my little ol' shack And drink me a bottle of wine That was mis en bouteille Before my birthday And have me a fucking good time!
Rain on a tin roof sounds like a drum We're marchin' for freedom today.... hey! Turn on your headlights and sound your horn If people get in the way
(Beyond horrible harmonica playing) Let me turn you on To the Chromium Swan On the nose of a long limousine Even hire it for the day It is somethin' to say But what the hell does it mean? I may be accused Of being confused But I'm average weight for my height My philosophy Like a color TV Is all there in black and white
RAI--Rain on a tin roof sounds like a drum We're marchin' for freedom today...... hey! Turn on your headlights and sound yer horn (honk honk) If people get in the way.
(Long harmonica note)
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