Fine fine strychnine free the mind cure the blind
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Ho ho recline to the country a-goldmines
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I got it comin' out-a my ears
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Fine fine take your time stay put in the alpines
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Ho ho Cocteau you get mixin' the moonshine
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He'll teach you how to walk through mirrors
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My my my you're petrified
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My my my you're sick inside
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My my my you're stupefied
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And I know what it's like
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Touche Broadway's no place for a padre
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No way Jose ya hike back to the country
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Those brooks are tremblin' there for you
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Nix nix on the card tricks carve your name in the candle stick
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Make haste double click they may call you a lunatic
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Oh man but they haven't got a clue
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My my my you're glorified
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My my my you're sick inside
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My my my you're certified
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And I
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My my my you're sanctified
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My my my you're squinty eyed
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My my my my tongue is tied
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But I know what it's like
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Delta high tide pack your bags and take a bride
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Brush fires mud slides plug your ears and overt your eyes
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Be still and it'll pass by you
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My my my you're mortified
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My my my you're chicken fried
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My my my it's a nationwide
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Tonight
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My my my you're spirit guide
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Has up and fled and stole your ride
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My my my you're stupefied
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But I know what it's like
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Fine fine fine fine
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Fine fine fine fine
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Fine fine fine fine
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Fine fine fine fine
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Fine fine fine fine
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Fine fine fine fine
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Ooh ooh ooh
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La la la
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MY, MY, MY
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| Grant Lee Buffalo |
