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It came to me one day in Jerksville Man, I was right on the edge That jacket’s too small for a man of your size And those socks are too big for your head My eyes glaze at whatever you say, But I’m listening, do tell me more, It goes under the bridge, right over my head And out through my portable door I was trapped in a dire situation Between reason and someone-in-law The winner takes all and runs off with the ball Nothing could pleasure me more Times were, I’d have spoken my piece For a minute or two held the floor But I can’t get a word in so here I am hurtling Right out through my portable door The jabbering’s hurting my brain cell so bad For once in my life I am bored The public house beckons, I follow the call And slip in through my portable door The unlikely event came upon me I wasn’t prepared for the shock Once round my neck and twice round the deck And the rest disappeared up the block So here we are and everything’s changed Faster than ever before You gotta be jokin’, man what are you smoking Blow it out through my portable door
