Just got back from Illinois, locked the front door, oh boy, got to sit down, take rest on the porch.

Graduation sets in, pretty shoe I'm singing, do, do, do looking at my back door.

There's a comet doing cartwheels,

statue wearing high heels,

look at all the happy faces dancing on the wall.

I now saw a patrol and listening to Buck Owens.

Do, do, do, do, look out my back door. That's life.

That's what all the people say.

When you're riding high in April,

you shot down in May.

I know I'm going to change that tune

when I'm back on top

Back on top in June

I say that's life

As crazy as it may seem

Some people get their kicks

From stomping on a dream

But I know that if it's that way this is july i'm gonna roll myself up in a big ball and die

bye bye Bye Bye.

But fucks uh, Bethasla. Bafasla.

Bafasla,

bazzas la,

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