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behind He's afraid he's going to catch the disease And he never has anyone over These creatures are unknown to his wife Never was the last time he changed

Sun sets on television Tele-tubbies say goodbye I wave. I wonder why Odd twist the gray brain matter Grows fatter than girls at the 'Y' I slave over

It was good to be young At heart at last Tunnel vision tied you to the mast You harbor ill feelings from the past It was good to be young Now it?s cool

Make no mistake Dig this earthquake I'm coming clean in this pigpen It's a mad dysfunction Be my baby lotion Read magazines with your girlfriends I

Gadfly take no stock in all the parrot talk Egghead nuts in a shell Travertine dell Here's a souvenir Thanks for being here Go to bed with yourself

convalescent smell Set the scene for the prolog From a padded cell We are two beings that go together well Some fools pray for love Or say that love