Jeremy Engle
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Lives in a tangled
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Rent controlled apartment
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With his communist family
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There are books all around them
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The dining room table is lacquered
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With news clippings
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Yellowing badly
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They argue at dinner
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His brother's friends drop by
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To throw a line in or two
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About Tolstoy
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They all play guitar
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And they're all very far away
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In their own minds
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From the upper west side
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Of manhattan
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I never got past his
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Googly eyes
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That looked at me sadly
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In mocking surprise
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The way a lord looks at his placemat
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Or a stain on his tie
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It never happened for me
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And Jeremy Engle though
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Wanted to step through that portal
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And try on that other dimension
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Of high high browism
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Jeremy's hair and brow
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Grow very high
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And no not I
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I'm more of a napkin
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Not blessed with the vision
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Beyond how I'm matching
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The china and wine
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Now there are the Engles
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Skewering Lenin
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And chewing through
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Six pounds of venison
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Thigh that they shot up
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In upstate New York
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At their uncle's
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Jeremy needs me
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To wipe off his eye
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Some gelatinous thingy
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That his brother's rebuttaling
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Mouthful let fly
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Sometimes all you need is a napkin
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Sometimes all you need is a napkin
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Jeremy Engle
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| Liz Phair |
