Minivans crowd the parking stalls
Datsuns and Buicks at the wash
In our white Jesus we trust
As those wagons begin to roll
and the grinch begins to troll
I pin open my eager eyes
The south begins to soe
and that ready cannery row
Staring at the ceiling, I lie.
Ready to throw pounds of rice.
Buy a redemption tale
as the caged bird breaks jail
he does all the morning shows
As your empty hands hang at your sides
only one can win the prize
why dontcha question all you know
Falling flat hairy men go full-aware
Nothing else on earth compares
to all the pink crabs and striped shells
And the hammer and the bell
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