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Current song lyrics
A cab combs the snake,<br />Tryin' to rake in that last night's fare,<br />And a solitary sailor<br />Who spends the facts of his life like small change on strangers...<br /><br />Paws his inside P-coat pocket for a welcome twenty-five cents,<br />And the last bent butt from a package of Kents,<br />As he dreams of a waitress with Maxwell House eyes<br />And marmalade thighs with scrambled yellow hair.<br /><br />Her rhinestone-studded moniker says, "Irene"<br />As she wipes the wisps of dishwater blonde from her eyes<br /><br />And the Texaco beacon burns on,<br />The steel-belted attendant with a 'Ring and Valve Special'...<br />Cryin' "Fill'er up and check that oil"<br />"You know it could be a distributor and it could be a coil."<br /><br />The early mornin' final edition's on the stands,<br />And that town cryer's cryin' there with nickels in his hands.<br />Pigs in a blanket sixty-nine cents,<br />Eggs - roll 'em over and a package of Kents,<br />Adam and Eve on a log, you can sink 'em damn straight,<br />Hash browns, hash browns, you know I can't be late.<br /><br />And the early dawn cracks out a carpet of diamond<br />Across a cash crop car lot filled with twilight Coupe Devilles,<br />Leaving the town in a-keeping<br />Of the one who is sweeping<br />Up the ghost of Saturday night...
New song lyrics
A cab combs the snake,<br />Tryin' to rake in that last night's fare,<br />And a solitary sailor<br />Who spends the facts of his life like small change on strangers...<br /><br />Paws his inside P-coat pocket for a welcome twenty-five cents,<br />And the last bent butt from a package of Kents,<br />As he dreams of a waitress with Maxwell House eyes<br />And marmalade thighs with scrambled yellow hair.<br /><br />Her rhinestone-studded moniker says, "Irene"<br />As she wipes the wisps of dishwater blonde from her eyes<br /><br />And the Texaco beacon burns on,<br />The steel-belted attendant with a 'Ring and Valve Special'...<br />Cryin' "Fill'er up and check that oil"<br />"You know it could be a distributor and it could be a coil."<br /><br />The early mornin' final edition's on the stands,<br />And that town cryer's cryin' there with nickels in his hands.<br />Pigs in a blanket sixty-nine cents,<br />Eggs - roll 'em over and a package of Kents,<br />Adam and Eve on a log, you can sink 'em damn straight,<br />Hash browns, hash browns, you know I can't be late.<br /><br />And the early dawn cracks out a carpet of diamond<br />Across a cash crop car lot filled with twilight Coupe Devilles,<br />Leaving the town in a-keeping<br />Of the one who is sweeping<br />Up the ghost of Saturday night...
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