He headed out to rub elbows with oysters today,
What a special little sap, to think that pearls fall in your lap,
Oh lord, Saw it coming, from miles away
from where it's plain to see because we have the window seat
And we swore at the top of our lungs.
Riddle me this! What can you find
That always chews on the bitter end
Riddle me this in your hindsight,
While you ride a white elephant.
He headed out with a white flag and axes to grind.
What a special little schmuck to decide he's getting up.
Oh lord, tried to show you, you're miles away.
From where it's crystal clear because the fog is living here for now.
Riddle me this! What can you find?
That always chews on the bitter end.
Riddle me this! In your hindsight,
While you ride the white elephant.
We love to live in days way back when
Wondering what could have been
If we had a time machine, a cure for cold feet
We might not play these waiting games
Riddle me this what can you find
That always chews on the bitter end?
Riddle me this
In your hindsight
While you ride a white...
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