Four O’Clocker 2

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Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 - Rock, Experimental Rock

Four O’Clocker 2

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Making love with a bucket and a spatula Spreading butter on the ground Crossing the sands in a jaunty crew full of mismatched hands The high hump of the camel gives a tasty view of your lumpy countenance Your coat is flapping off your yak You got my goat with a sheepskin sack Last night I climbed up the back of a fat woman in a sweaty print dress And tonight I'm lying with the snout and I cry for her And she said, "Maybe for a dollar." She'd made up her mind to make herself mind Because she was drunk and drunker and drunk She soiled my sheets and stepped on my feet Bled on my towels and opened her bowels beneath my pillow Where my head should rest to escape the rest She said she needed some rest She said she was too tired for love She said, "Special place, I know you're here I want to find you and whack you and forget you for good." She said, "Somewhere, but not here... Maybe at four o'clock or two. Four o'clock or two."

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  • Thinking Fellers Union Local 282