Uma Thurman dos amigos
Quattrocento niner zed
What music did I face
Defacing the flowerbed?

Who I said myself not anybody else
Looks at me? and then we
Both attacked our hats
You know the chords

To Botany-pan to mangled
Schwinn all we need is music
Even losers dream ornate
They're dreaming in Chicago

Detachment goes a long way
To get one back in sync
The fadeout hit its stride
In disappearing ink, nine

Months in Sing Sing delivered
A song to go where no single
Pair of ears has ever gone
Inspecting things in Glocca Morra

While looking over a four-leaf clover
I had my love to keep me warm
Besides you were wrong coming over
That bridge the pearly gates on

One side on the other some
Novocain so full of shit
Your nose was dripping
Like my Olde English Aunt

From Battersea, misery splitting
Honesty into cord feet of ice fishing
Say what of human content
Your hair-raising missive is

If a person live in a hortatory
World then this is the best
Thing ever dandered him?
Let us paint face to face one

Photograph of grace, first
You then me for them
A fancy feast your album out
Next week on Archaeology

Go back to yesterday
You made the atmosphere
Unsteady they didn't have volcanos
There I'll just make a living

But you can have it all
In any case-Relax! a lubber
By a landslide on the ground
Floor of an iceberg

Let us see what the sun did
To your dashboard in the heat
Of the moment it almost
Seems evergreen "I personally

Wear gloves to express the mood
Of my people" But even
Anthropology's getting out
At electric speed to coast

Soprano leaving America
Indian-style from catamount
Swamp to sea campus
Pond apple its entire

Spawn, memsab, making
Amends to bar codes
And "so longs" at half-past
Seven the gondola's waiting

And the angel gunmen why
Guardian them it's every
Man for himself is it not
Like a real commonweal?