Look, Harvey, a Crab! - текст песни
Look, Harvey, a Crab!
Got into town on the 445 I could hardly wait to arrive Local yokel hippies start performing their tricks I try to make it out on the 446
Luxurious accommodations, room and board But I take no anger until I fall on the floor Baskets, sea shells, anything became my bed The local yokels and Jeanie jumped in just the same now
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