Little town of not no more, hook it up but the beat won’t go. Engine ain’t worked since lord only knows. Pimp that rascal with racing stripes. Best you fellas believe the hype. I’m the king of dominoes. No it ain’t no shame. No head hang low. I used to be so tore up, but not no more. They took the keys and locked the door back in 1974. Moved it on down to Mexico. Now I’m the shaman of the Avenue. Self-help guru with neck tattoo. Pied piper of the surly and the morose. No it ain’t no shame. Don’t let that head hang low. I used to be so tore up, but not no more.
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