Lyrics
You know when you end up in some sort of a cine-complex
And the person next to you is someone you hate?
Well well well well well well well well with me
I end up like that
All around and inside left
All through the walls
It suppurates
Look it up!
I'm immobile
Is your house for sale?
And Davey's just got out of his cell
Where have you been this time?
Your lives are beyond the pale
Walk the main drag, splayed
See the blue baseball hatted, baseball blue hatted
School friends, pop mobs
Male loafers, business affairs advisers and members of the band
Suppurates, look it up!
And every day it's my pleasure to meet
The great league of bald-headed men
Your friends, pop mobs, first wives, ex-loafers
And every day it is my pleasure to meet
The league of bald-headed men
Baseball hatted, blue capped
(You scored passages to assuage
their post-latent sexual baldy alopecia.)*
And every day it's my pleasure to meet
The great league of bald-headed men
(The league of bald-headed men)
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