From the bells of st mary To the count of monte cristo Nothing can stop Nothing can stop Nothing can stop The sins of memphisto
Sally used to play with her hula hoops Now she tells her problems to therapy groups Grampa's on the front lawn staring at a rake Wondering if his marriage was a terrible mistake I'm sitting on the front steps drinking orange crush Wondering if it's possible if I could still blush Uh huh oh yeah
A boy on a bike with courduroy slacks Sleeps in the river by the railroad tracks He waits for the whistle on the train to scream So he can close his eyes and begin to dream Uh huh oh yeah
The hands on his watch spin slowly around With his mind on a bus that goes all over town Looking at the babies and the factories And listening to the music of mister squeeze As if by magic or remote control He finds a piece of a puzzle That he missed in his soul Uh huh oh yeah
Adam and eve and lucy and ricky Bit the big apple and got a little sticky Esmeralda and the hunchback of notre dame They humped each other like they had no shame They paused as they posed for a polaroid photo She whispered in his ear exactly odo quasi modo
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