if you hang around them riverboats and go reaching for the armstrong notes and pray to god the ship is lost at sea evoking tales of old f. scott running with a sordid lot you’ll be running with my friends and me
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there was a girl from ohio who now wears a wooden kimono she wasn’t urbane enough to be in this town getting rough as hell going blind on the stuff they sell it doesn’t take a genius to see it's
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so you can play the ponies, dear or sing cole porter loud and clear but the old days are just as dead as dead can be put a feather in your cap put a gasper in your trap and pantomime with a fool like me
dice, brass knuckles, and guitar things are more than ever like they are the future, it is horrid and bizarre it’s dice, brass knuckles, and guitar