barfly

yeah so
i'm sittin' in this bar and
i'm sittin' in this bar and i'm
jammin' out to Bob Dylan
like i'm
chillin' like Bob Dylan i'm
feelin' the thrillin'
wheelin' and dealin' of
things on the ceilin'
yeah
the paint on the ceilin'
is peelin'
it's a
hue
of rental property beige
just like everything else

so let's all just get stoned.

you know
the Beatles broke through after their
run-in with Dylan
yeah
it was the speed an' acid hiball
kicked it all into highgear
that and George pilgrimed in India.
if you doubt i have one thing to say
and that's Number 9?
Number 9?
Number 9?

Number 9?

numb-er than the bummer feel of sleeping on both hands
bummer than a D.C. hobo with a hummer
hummer like the blowjob
yeah

so i'm sittin' in this bar and
i'm sittin' in this bar and i'm
rockin' on the statler bros

'cause the nose knows that
to get the ho's you crow the
old skool shows
then close with prose that don't blow
yeah
gets em every time
and you won't count flowers on the wall
ever
again

you know
it's flowers that powers this coward
into giving up the word shower
you can glower for an hour
but my flower tower of power still shines
yeah
like finger candy

rest assured i am not alone

so i'm sittin in this bar and
i'm sittin in this bar and
i'm thinkin

Damn

this beer is flat

'spose i shoulda drank it

when i got here.

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