| In 1968, he did shots with the Doors at the Whiskey-a-Go-Go
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| It was on one of those hot Hollywood summer nights
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| He says, «Jimmy came in tight leather slacks, it was hot as hell
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| But we were drinking Jack, his eyes were like quarters
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| Round, and black when he stepped under the stage lights…»
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| «And you know me,» he says, «I had pawned my only camera
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| I had no way to record these fleeting Kodak moments
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| That sprung to life each and every Saturday night
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| I was too far gone back then to have known it…»
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| He says, «All my heroes were junkies
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| Now all my heroes are dead
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| I say, «Hey Tony, consider yourself lucky
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| To be a junkie in a hospital bed»
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| He says, «You know Judy Garland never showed up When I took my walk in the Land
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| of Oz
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| Though a cop did on a purple horse one morning
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| He asked me why I was staggering
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| I said, 'because — because, because, because
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| The wizard never gave me no surgeon general’s warning»
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| Bridge:
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| «Who rolled the joint when Bob Dylan
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| Got high with the Beatles?» |
| He says
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| «Who put my world on pins and needles?»
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| He tells the nurses they should do something
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| With the ceiling in the rehab ward
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| Like paint a fresco to the late-great Betty Ford
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| They come in and make their jokes about
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| Pulling out all his power chords
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| He tells them, «Could you come up with
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| Something I didn’t already know?» |