You've made a pimp of yourself,
Pimping the pimp,
The oyster and the shrimp-
Mouth foamy and foaming white
Afraid to turn out the light
But not afraid to run
To the darkness behind the sun-
Ride your funky pony now
Nothing but your foul
Smelling phoney now
And you congradulate
Yourself on being young
Your hearing is sound
And your vision is strong
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