My brother Dr. Hook. To get a tow
you gotta book. He's the junk yard
man. Though I wouldn't ask him for
a hand. Anyone who comes to close
he'll slam. So too near I wouldn't
stand. With Woody on a lease, he's
quick to release. Gnashing teeth.
He thinks he's tough, he thinks he's
bad. But, In his heart, , , I think he's
really...Only, sad.
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