No big deal. Buncha amateurs. They're the kind that would be gifted a Lamborghini and drive through the neighborhood on Sundays with their best friend.
Carnation Milk is the best in the land /
Here I sit with a can in my hand /
No tits to pull, no hay to pitch /
You just punch a hole in the son of a bitch
When I was in high school, listening to AM radio (as if there were a choice back then), you always knew when the DJ was either on the phone with a girl or in the bathroom with a cigarette and newspaper: he’s either playing In-A-Gadda-Da-Vida or MacArthur Park.
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