Swing shift’s gone now, syrupy’s gone,
I’m sitting on this cloud doing my bon,
I see a bone-yard where I was graved,
It’s wearring the placard «Let’em be saved!»
Medicoes messed up there in their labs
To read the megillah of this death,
Medicoes messed up there in their labs
To read the megillah of this death...
Boogie-board Nancy, tomato of mine,
Small coral island, everything fine,
Small coral island, boogie-board dreams,
Jigging and jiggerring, jillion beans,
Keg party, young bloods tremmled in trance,
I’m sitting here on my cloud,
I see a boneyard where I was graved,
It’s wearring the placard «Let’em be saved!»
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Medicо
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