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Fallin' down to cold, cold ground on foggy nights
In towns with no cheer beside my broken bike
Anywhere I lay my head, go an' call my home
But please wake me if that girl from Istanbul's on the phone
Lonesome towns need a new coat of paint
Call me small change, waiting for the one that got away
Down there by the train, might face a little rain
That's the way the gravy stains, no complaints
Signed, ice cream man under a grapefruit moon
Diamonds on my windshield, saving all my love for you
Unfortunately, you're my invitation to the blues
At the corner of Heartattack + Vine with old shoes
Or possibly Kentucky Avenue, I don't remember
Jitterbug boy, succumbing to strange weather,
Warm beer and cold women, home, home I'll never be
Wishing I could believe that the world was green...
*scratch scratch*
Stretching out it a rubberband
If 6 was 9, I'd be a stubborn man
Pinocchio Theory
I get vocal so hear me, watch me body slam
Those talking loud
But ain't saying nothing on Kevin Nottingham
Yabba Dabba rappers
I'm on another frequency
Naughty and nasty with audio classics
I'm a, star in these glasses
Haughty but passive
Wind me up
PARTY ON PLASTIC!
Roof peeler, suit feeler
Back in the day, The Best Of Bootzilla
I'm standing in the shadows of Motown
P Funk the beat
I'd rather be with you in a showdown
Shino-Myte rag-poppin
Take a lickin, keep on kickin
Bootsy get it live like ham hockin
Man stop it I'm jam fan
Hands down
I'm catfish, I'm Clinton
Listen, I'm James Brown
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