" I got the tit, tit, tit, photographer's blues,
It's underwear and negligee,
Never play.
She never seems to wanna know
Some seedy flashgun gigolo.
I got the tit, tit, tit photographer's blues".

"And I feel like I'm a-dippin and a-divin,
My sky shoes are spiked with lead heels.
I'm lost in this star car I'm a-drivin'
But my air sole keeps pushin' big wheels.

'My world is a constant confusion,
My mind is prepared to attack.
My past, a persuasive illusion.
Im watching the future it's black."

"What do you know?
You know just what you perceive.
What do you show?
Nothing of what you believe
And as you grow
Each thread of life that you leave
Will spin around your deeds
And dictate your needs
As you sell your soul
And you sow your seeds
And you wound yourself
And your loved one bleeds
And your habits grow
And your conscience feeds
On all that you thought you could be
I never thought this could happen to me".

"We all know that crap is king,
We love dirty laundry'.

My sincere thanks to the Fabulous Poodles, Don McLean and Don Henley for this blog's contents. You want royalties, contact my lawyers Dewey Cheatum and Howe Pyotr and Vuvuzela LLP

I'm tired. Where did I put my pants?