Well it's years since [Tallow?] died and I continued on alone
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With the sassiest computer that this galaxy has known
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It critiques my words and music, and rewrites my favorite jokes
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But it moves so slow we've only made it up and down two spokes
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And the rim worlds're lovely though they are so poor it hardly
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pays
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And their cities are so far and few we wander lost for days.
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And I should have set up closer to the spaceport
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But the spacers think that makes me open game
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They all think they are god's gift to every woman
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And they're surprised to find I just don't feel the same.
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Well I think that where I'm sitting is the corner of the street
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I have been here for an hour watching all the passing feet
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I've been singing all my best new songs and all the standards too
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>From SF to folk to rock to something borrowed something blue
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And my hat is full but I'm not sure if it is food or cash
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For all I know it just might be the place they put their trash.
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And I should have set up closer to the spaceport
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But the spacers are so drunk they're all but numb.
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They ask for "Banned from Argo," "Melancholy Baby,"
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And the one that goes, "da dum da dum da dum."
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Well I'm thinking about giving up this roving life of mine
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And going back to where the tips and crowds are always fine
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And I'll sing out on the corners on the planet of my birth
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'Cause I've heard my stuff is still for sale most everywhere on
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Earth
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And I'll be a local songbird, not a wild goose out in space
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Cause I've found my favorite audience is still the human race.
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And I'll set up on the corners at the spaceport
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And relieve the spacers of their surplus pay
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And whenever some slick fool tempts me to wander
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I'll just tell him that I'd really rather stay.
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Words and music: Kathy Mar
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Copyright 1985 Kathy Mar
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The Further Adventures of Starsinger
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| Kathy Mar |
