Let RageBoy show you the town, Little Lady.
you got no car and it's breakin' my heart
but you got a driver and that's a start...
Memo from Turner:
Weren't you at the Coke convention back in nineteen sixty-five?
You're the misbred, grey executive I've seen heavily advertised.
You're the great, gray man whose daughter licks policemen's buttons clean.
You're the man who squats behind the man who works the soft machine.
Come now, gentleman, your love is all I crave.
You'll still be in the circus when I'm laughing
laughing in my grave.
