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I mean I must have said
Please Lord, send me a hard-luck childhood
Please Bub, spare me a hot romance
Please lady, gift me with genius, not pleasure
Please Mrs. Henry, start me off without a chance
I must have said
Please sir, let me lay in the sewer that claimed me
And let me wallow there even as I lose my sea
Please Mr. Hula-Hoop, keep on ballistic
You must be a man that got to be so sadistic
For every mom and pop and college green
The harvest moon, a lynchin' tree
'Cause an Americana misery
Makes what a mess of me
That underwater conversation
Hasn't got a clue
She should know [Incomprehensible]
I mean I must have said
Please Lord, send me a hard-luck childhood
Please Bub, spare me a hot romance
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- Track 4 on Home Sweet Mobile Home
- 3 Caribbean Time
- 5 Beneath The Underdog
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