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Cheap wine in a bag 
A type writer by my side 

Everyone's drifting, everyone's waiting for something 
I hope someday I'll find 
A dharma way of life
"This song was written by John Lee Hooker
About his wife, her name is Maudie
Everytime he has an argument with her
He has to write a new verse
Had no life
I was feeling like
Some kind of unfinished project
I had a friend John
He said let me turn you on
To the saint of Inanimate Objects
The cause is Ozymandian
The map of Sapokanikan
Is sanded and bevelled
The land lone and levelled
By some unrecorded and powerful hand

Which plays
to tell
Was Firefrorefiddle, the fiend of the fell


Sir John 
I have played in my time every possible part
And I used to know seventy speeches by
Firefrorefiddle, the fiend of the fell


Sir John 
I have played in my time every possible part
And I used to know seventy speeches by heart
I'd extemporize
"This song was written by John Lee Hooker
About his wife, her name is Maudie
Everytime he has an argument with her
He has to write a new verse
was a roadie
On Elton John's tour
She said "Let's go catch some Piscatore!"
I said "Beatrice, you don't eat fish no more"
She said "By G-d, you're
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on the street,sing with me
(Scatting by Scatman John)
You're sitting in the same spot
You want to go home

But there ain't no home but home on the range
You've
The man who's head expanded.
The man whose head expanded was corrupted by Mr. Sociological
memory. Was corrupted by Mr. Sociological Memory Man.
on every roof 
By the light of the neon moon
Santa wrapped his bag with a dixie-flag 
He was havin' the time of his life
And you could hear him call
Words and music by John Kay

Though I can't show you the years of my life
That I spend on the road to freedom
Don't let it throw you, I know of your
looked vulnerable
And strong at the same time
Down in the city
Where the lights shine red
Just a lonely John and a Russian princess

I said 'Baby,
leavin' out the stores with heavy bags
'Cause we poppin' tags, pimpin' we be poppin' tags!

We arose, let's go
So fresh so clean" like 'Kast
Jay-Z be
And the Roc's the realest click n**** I'm a buy as f*** what!
Say I'm bug cause I walk with a hung John
Nine two hund' fifty, don't disrespect me
I call my
And the Roc's the realest click nigga I'm a buy as fuck WHAT!
Say I'm bug cause I walk with a hung John
Nine two hund' fifty, don't disrespect me
I call my
And the Roc's the realest click nigga I'm a buy as fuck what!
Say I'm bug cause I walk with a hung John
Nine two hund' fifty, don't disrespect me
I call my
It's hell up in Harlem, my main man just caught a bad one
Wetted by a magnum when he didn't have none
That goes to show you that even when you're
to get by
So she reaches for her purse, grab the bag and the needle
Tie a sock her arm and start shooting up the diesel
Had a flesh back, screwing some
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Ooh, there's big fandango in the wrangle
Ooh, there's loads on loads of g-strings and marble bags
On this beach, leave you
here tryin' to grind my hardest
Up early so to milk the cow
Keep my John Deere out here plowin' the fields
To keep my john hancock's worth up in
Ooooooooooooooooh

[Snoop Dogg]
Why you so cute, why you so big
Why you bullshitin', come and deal with a pimp
Put your bags in the trunk, holla at your boy
You
a curse in the air and a toe-nail moon
Yay, some of these towns are still non-friendly
And this is the hammer that killed John Henry
I'm sick of being
They'd never seen a reindeer in overalls And a John Deere tractor hat
Santa jumped in and said "Just hold on 
Cause we've all got a job to do
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