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I can't say that I miss my old dog much
And I've never looked back since I left home long ago
But I hoped a trip into the...
I've all my wisdom teeth
Two up top, two beneath
And yet I'll recognise
My mouth says things that aren't so wise...
Tarzan wasn't a ladies' man
He'd just come along and scoop 'em up under his arm
Like that, quick as a cat in the jungle...
Darling I've been thinking this one through
We've been fighting like cat and dog now here's what we've go to do
This life in...
Some folks say that life is just a veil of tears
Not me man I can't pack enough into these years
I don't care if it's spring...
There's a skeleton in everybody's closet
I can think of one or two in my own room
But I would like to introduce them both to...
We're talkin' about a thick necked man in the city
Build a pub a blood and sweat
Swears by God he'll stand by justice
He...
Here comes Dick, he's wearing a skirt
Here comes Jane you know she's sportin' a chain
Same hair, a revolution
Same...
It may be that I'd like to
But I won't fall in love with you
We won't spend the rest of our lives together
But anyway...
I'm still young, but I know my days are numbered
1234567 and so on
But a time will come when these numbers have all ended...
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When I go out with artists
They talk about language and the cubists and the dadaists
And I try to catch their meanings
And keep up with all the martinis
I don't know which should be my favorite paintings
If I could see, if I could see, if I could
See all the symbols, unlock what they mean
Maybe I could, maybe I could, maybe I
Could meet the artists, and get to know them personally
If I were David Byrne
I'd go to galleries and not be too concerned
Well I would have a cup of coffee
And I'd find my surroundings quite amusing and
People would ask me which were my favorite paintings
What if the artists ran the TV?
All the ads would be for fine scotch whiskey:
Glenfiddich, Glenlivet, the whole single malt family
The artists of the future
Will make up new things and different nomenclatures
And they'll stand amongst their pictures
And they'll sing and laugh and quote from scriptures and
When they go home they'll dream of brilliant paintings
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