| Foghorns blowing, all day sirens,
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| Long trip, still unwinding.
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| Had trouble getting out of bed,
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| Basked in the grey of fog instead.
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| Phone rang, sun ain’t shining,
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| City I live, uphill and trying.
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| Walked 'round the corner,
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| Kid said «What the zing, that bird has a broken wing,»
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| Sister cracked diamonds in two,
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| They laughed, that pigeon flew,
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| Into the street, market at Hyde,
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| Bus came, that pigeon died.
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| I’m outside, gotta come see you,
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| There’s something I’ve gotta tell.
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| There’s a burning in my body,
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| Little sip, bro, I’ll be well.
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| What kind of man travels and sings?
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| No kids, no food to bring
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| Home in his trunk, home to his stable
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| Family with a picnic table.
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| Oh melody, why all this?
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| Why you dodging my every kiss?
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| Okay, so I brought home a little sting
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| From a girl who didn’t mean anything.
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| Smoked like a chimney, dressed like a witch,
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| Didn’t even speak much English.
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| Met her at midnight, took her in my room,
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| She didn’t even stay past 2.
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| Could have been Belgian, could have been French
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| Could have been Dutch, I didn’t get a chance
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| To get a number, to get a name,
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| Went to sleep, woke up and got a train.
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| I know you’re hating me pretty bad,
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| But I ain’t some tool named Brad,
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| Up at seven, home by five,
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| Hasn’t got it up since winter time.
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| I really love you more than that, but I’m half man, other half alley cat.
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| I really love you more than that, but I’m half man, half alley cat.
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| Foghorns blowing, cats are hiding,
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| Goddamn, blue angels flying.
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| Having trouble falling asleep,
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| Gotta get to the doctor this week.
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| Went to his office, told him about the trip,
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| Checked it out, wrote me a slip.
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| He said «It seem you’re too often,
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| Next time use a little more caution,»
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| Sat me down, had a little chat
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| «Men are men, but we’re all half alley cat,»
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| Sat me down, had a little chat
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| «Men are men, but we’re all half alley cat.» |