52nd Chorus

None of this means
anything
  For krissakes speak up
        & be true
     Or shut up
     & Go to bed

Dead

   The wash is waving goodbye
   Towards Oakland's russet

I know there are huge clouds
Ballooning beyond the bay

    And out Potato Patch,
    The snowy sea away,
    The milk is furling
       Huge and roly
          Poly burly puffy


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