When you do he wants you to make sure to bring this plate with dessert later
Stand to the right. Give him a bite.
Insulate the bed. Shoot him up when he's dead.
He wants you to take this box Kleenex and cut it with a knife.
Use a stack of tissues for each hand, killing germs could save his life.
Climb into the cockpit. He drops his pants to grin.
Just act like it's nothing. Just nod and smile at him.
Howard Hughes pops 10 valium blue and he reclines the naked chair and watches just one more movie.
Howard Hughes has got something on you when the fingers grow long
And the toenails they wrap around him.
What he did.
What he'd do.
He wants you to seal windows and doors of his hotel room with tape.
He will be allowed to pee on floors 'cause his codeine constipates.
Listen to him moan. About a multi-million loan.
Don't answer the phone. It's been a long time since he's flown.
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"Howard Hughes" as written by Melora "rasputina" Creager
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