Green hocker croakin' in the pygmy twylyte
Crankin' an' a-cokein' in the Winchell's do-nut Midnite
Out of his deep on a four day run
Hurtin' for sleep in the Quaalude Moonlight
Green hocker in a Greyhound locker
Smokin' in the Pygmy Twylyte
Joined the bus, 33rd seat
By the doo-doo room with the reek replete
Crystal eye, crystal eye
Got a crystal kidney and he's 'fraid to die
In the Pygmy Twylyte
Downer midnite
Pygmy Twylyte
Downer midnite
Pygmy Twylyte
Downer midnite
Pygmy Twylyte
Downer midnite
So, a few friends came to town this morning
They were looking at the economic situation
Realised they couldn't even get a train back home
Wound up, when they did get home the house was gone
I said, you know what?
You shoulda given somebody else some of that money
You was holdin' on so hard
Lately, y'know, you've been a really cruel person
Cruel too
You gonna scream like this
Woooooh
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah
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