He's dancing the Blues
in the Southern sun
he has paid all his dues
but is still on the run.
She is holding him tight
with her pectoral tips
under colourful lights
he can make out her lips.
But the kiss never comes
as the Gods interfere
and the lady takes Tums
while poor Jerry drinks beer.
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