(Warren Zevon and Jorge Calderon)
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He was an accident waiting to happen
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Most accidents happen at home
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Maybe he should've gone out more often
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Maybe he should've answered the phone
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Hip-shakin' shoutin' in gold lame'
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That's how he earned his regal sobriquet
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Then he threw it all away
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For a porcelain monkey
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He threw it away for a porcelain monkey
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Gave it all up for a figurine
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He traded it in for a night in Las Vegas
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And his face on velveteen
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From a shotgun shack singing Pentecostal hymns
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Through the wrought iron gates to the TV room
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He had a little world, it was smaller than your hand
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It's a rockabilly ride from the glitter to the gloom
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Left behind by the latest trends
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Eating fried chicken with his regicidal friends
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That's how the story ends
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With a porcelain monkey
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He threw it away for a porcelain monkey
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Gave it all up for a figurine
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He traded it in for a night in Las Vegas
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And his face on velveteen
|
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Hip-shakin' shoutin' in gold lame'
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That's how he earned his regal sobriquet
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Then he threw it all away
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For a porcelain monkey
|
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He threw it away for a porcelain monkey
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Gave it all up for a figurine
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He traded it in for a night in Las Vegas
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And his face on velveteen
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Porcelain Monkey
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| Warren Zevon |
