I'll call you from the station I don't have a card I held on to a private prize of sham Keeping a full stock It's hard to taste tomorrow Dusty for a while But it's nice to creep in here If you see me as an old man Think again Black and blue goes through my eyeballs Just a little softer Right now Put out your cigar Racket Ball and cosmopolylips But it's nipplin' (When I get back my car) Like a flimm-ur (Light up a new cigar) constipated (I see the signs of strife) Polyhappenings (Scanning town) Orchestrated (When I get back my car) Like a family In a juice box Guilty proof Fredson life Conversation plans Put on your parts Step in the trunk Of my car ♪ No one is applauding Barney made it out It's a complipoly dance