We spent the night last night in Beverly Hills.
There was this chick that looked like Beverly Sills.
We got killed.
Tights and skirts baby. skirts and tights.
We used to shake it up in shaker heights.
There was this chick she looked like Patty Smythe.
She seemed seemed shaky but nice.
She said my name is Rick Danko but people call me one-hour photo.
I've got some hazardous chemicals.
Drive around to the window.
She said my name is Robbie Robertson but people call me robo.
I blew red white and blue right into a tissue.
I came right over the counter just to kiss you.
Ginger and jack and four or five feminax.
Psycho eyes and a stovepipe hat. a ray of light in white rayon slacks.
We got cracked. shoes and socks baby. socks and shoes.
We spent the night last night in Newport News.
This chick she looked just like Elizabeth Shue.
We got bruised.
She said my name is Steve Perry but people call me Circuit City.
I'm so well connected. my UPC is dialed into the system.
She said my name's Neil Schon but some people call me Nina Simone.
Some people call me Andre Cymone.
I've survived the eighties one time already.
And I don't recall them all that fondly.
It was a blockbuster summer.
Moving pictures helped us get through to September.
They made a movie about me and you. it was half nude and half true.
It was a bloodsucking summer.
I spent half the time trying to get paid from our savior.
Swishing though the city center.
I did a couple favors for some guys who looked like Tuscan raiders.
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"The Swish" as written by Tad Jason Kubler Craig Finn
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