James Dickenson Poems

This is a ballad for the good times
So put a battery in your leg
Put a rock beat over anything
Get it stuck there in your head
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Last night these two bouncers
And one of em's alright
The other one's the scary one
His way or no way, totalitarian
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Now getting to the bar's gonna be trouble
So the Marlons'll have to be doubles
Then you drink doubles
The same speed you drink singles
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