Porsche books bands

At the pink cadillac

She can do what she wants

She's got a black magic hat

And Mr. Book is

Always up and down

But he's a pain in the ass

'Cause he thinks he runs this town



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Give me some room, cut some rope

Give me just five minutes from

Under teh microscope



There's an ambulance chaser

On the telephone

He's no sixties rebel

And you're better off on you own

Yesterday you thought

You had it made

But now you'd do anything

Just to make it all go away



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How does the flavor of the month taste

Ain't it hard to say good-bye

Now that you're standing face to face



She is convincing

When she stares you down

But you know if you let her

She will drown you out



--Chorus