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