Now I'm in the clutches of my crutches: I'm laid up, and I sip from my cup, and I look outside. And I see Christopher Hyde-who just got divorced, and there's a restraining order enforced-going in his ex-wife's garage. I'm just drunk enough to open the window, yell out gruff:
â??Don't you key that brand-new Camry.â?? And he gave me the cursor, â??Damn,â?? returning to the spot he was, â??Mind your own business you!â?? And I wag my finger, â??You're not doing what you're supposed to do.â??
And then he's coming toward me, and I took a swig of my tequila 'cause it made me feel a little nervous as he started across against the light: but he didn't look to his right as he didn't stay put. And a billboard truck came and ran over his foot.
And the cops responding called out to me, â??Hey is this your cat?â?? â??Yeah, but sometimes it forgets. Ah, wait a minute. I gonna come out there and smell a couple a cigarettes.â??
Don't you hurry-worry with meâ?¦
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"Smelling Cigarettes" as written by Matthew Friedberger
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