Lyrics:
and Fendi stitched on my duffle bag
Picked out a Bently tossed the salesman my duffle bag
Hit multiple ports of entry with my duffle bag
From the block
at the port of entry say,
"You're number fourteen thousand for today."
[Chorus]
If you ain't got the do-re-mi, boys,
If you ain't got the do-re-mi,
Well
gettin' out of that old dust bowl
They think they're goin' to a sugar bowl, but here's what they find
Now, the police at the port of entry say
"You're
roll, gettin' out of that old dust bowl
They think they're goin' to a sugar bowl, but here's what they find
Now, the police at the port of entry say
at the port of entry say,
"You're number fourteen thousand for today."
[Chorus]
If you ain't got the do-re-mi, boys,
If you ain't got the do-re-mi,
Well
gettin' out of that old dust bowl
They think they're goin' to a sugar bowl, but here's what they find --
Now, the police at the port of entry say
"You're
roll, getting out of that old dust bowl,
They think they're going to a sugar bowl, but here's what they find
Now, the police at the port of entry say,
roll, gettin' out of that old dust bowl
They think they're goin' to a sugar bowl, but here's what they find
Now, the police at the port of entry say
roll, getting out of that old dust bowl,
They think they're going to a sugar bowl, but here's what they find
Now, the police at the port of entry say,
roll, getting out of that old dust bowl,
They think they're going to a sugar bowl, but here's what they find
Now, the police at the port of entry say,
gettin' out of that old dust bowl
They think they're goin' to a sugar bowl, but here's what they find
Now, the police at the port of entry say
"You're
keyboards
Peter Wolf keyboards
Ed Mann percussion
Arthur Barrow bass
Vinnie Colaiuta drums]
Identify your last port of entry, space wanderer . . .
they roll
Getting out of that old dust bowl
Think they're coming to a sugar bowl
But (g) here's (d7) what they (g) find
Police at the port of entry
Gettin' out of that old dust bowl
They think they're goin' to a sugar bowl
But here's what they find
Now, the police at the port of entry say
"You're number
The palm tree that was a baloon
That it was too cold for
Port of entry, port of call
The smell of hardwood floors
Bonds of kin, tied within
Will
to get out of that old dust hole
They think they're going to sugar bowl,
This is what they find
Police at the port of entry say
Your number fourteen
at the port of entry say,
"You're number fourteen thousand for today."
[Chorus]
If you ain't got the do-re-mi, boys,
If you ain't got the do-re-mi,
Well
i see
There was a time when all was empty
Unorganized a clog a death scene
Things opened up and there's so many
Paths to walk ports of entry
Now
won't touch this family
At the port of entry a brown-suit man waved us to a halt
Said we were Tuesday's thousand-sixth as if it was our fault
So we
in the wind
The veins in your hand
Stretch like broken trees of winter
The last call the last port of entry
Like an arrow...
they roll
Getting out of that Old Dust Bowl
Think they're coming to a sugar bowl
But here's what they find
Police at the port of entry say
where the whores at? (Fuck that)
But, any port in a storm, black
Landed balls deep in the landed gentry
Port of entry, centuries
Melt away as they're
ever met me
But I catch a throw
the feelings transcending
So i got to thinking why the good lord sent me
And why pussy is our first port of entry
in the room
And toss your man like he's Bishop from the roof
Party like it's 1999
Before they chuck you out the port of entry line, line, line
Before
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