Shave your beard and moustache
Move your truck over so I can get by on the driveway, would ya
Don't forget the papers
You'll have to look in the filing cabinet all by yourself
Be there at one or else
You punk-ass husband
Through the rain
I heard singing
And the croak of frogs
And then
silence
And I no longer wanted to put vodka in my Orange Julius
Maybe we can knock boots instead
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