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Sometimes I'm just bored with wah wah pedals on fuzz tone guitars, signs of the times, "V" signs, signs of the zodiac. Go ahead and Bogart that joint, I'd rather be back in Provo, Utah dragging Center Street, clenching a warm foaming beer, yelling over Elvis Presley, "Hey, Pussy want a come to a party," seeing her stiff ratted peroxide orange blonde hair and candy-apple red lipstick, seeing her roll up the window and press on the gas of her boy friend's pickup-- he's at National Guard for the weekend. Then down to the lake to race pin-striped, flamed, dual exhausted new used Cars with silver spinners. Sitting in Tuck and Rolled interiors with back seats up in the air from the dagoed rear ends. |
