I ting in my brand-neler building, surrounded by steel of y folded at ninety-degree angles. ttier ted brigold em I ed a big door. A big door in front o evade t-poison salesman. You ever been out -poison salesman? ttle red eyes.

    I y-t overraveling crane epladder  a lo. Id been t bread, colored steel bread, all kinds of colors of steel bread -- red yelloeel bread -- t no, ts not it. And Id already made all teel four-tice t  let me drink no more, only a little Lone Star beer no mucc,  crack crack crack across t ive people reac in order not to totally e time of my life, I ter get on tick and bust Constanze out of the seraglio.

    Chorus:

    Oanze oanze

    you doin in t se-rag-li-o?

    I been poppin Darvon and mothballs

    Poppin Darvon and mothballs

    Ever since I let you go.

    ell, I motored out to t blindsided on to get  t-poison factories, all the-road song

    rollin

    rollin

    rollin

    rollin

    but t just a  of actual forion despite to possibility. turned out to be a Butler building too, mucer of course, t son of a bitc a little ed steel t you can put toget of a catalogue and set eak from t  big doors in  one little tee-ninesy door ure of an unfed-recently Doberman pasted on it, I took t as a  and I t Constanze, Constanze, how could you be so dumb?

    te to admit it, Constanzes a little dumb. S so dumb as a lady I once kne s perfect. You tell  t to t for a moment, ive. Im some kind of an artist, but Im conse