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  1. Pipsqueak Blues

From the album Heading Back To You

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Lyrics

Good evening to you all
I’m the man from Alligator Town
You see I got both my legs severed
Whilst keeping these animals down

“Hard to believe,” you say
Well, here’s my friend, Ray
We make quite a team
Packing out ev’ry joint
And scaring your children away with elephant screams

What are you looking at, kid
Do you like what you see
I’m not a “big shot” amputee
I’ve been breached with a cross writing this book
And I’m living with vermin for the sake of a crust

But I’m gonna take, gonna take, gonna take a trip to America
Where the lights are a-glow and the infamous singing
Gonna take, gonna take, gonna take a trip to America
Don’t wanna miss the show
Steal me a wishbone and break it real slow

A basket of fish
It’s a feast of rejection
The hair on my chin is a-growing each day
Brutal laughs from the corridors when my heart is shrinking
And I’d drown in my dreams before I could drink them

But I’m gonna take, gonna take, gonna take a trip to America
Where the lights are a-glow and the infamous singing
Gonna take, gonna take, gonna take a trip to America
Don’t wanna miss the show
Steal me a wishbone and break it real slow

Gonna take, gonna take, gonna take a trip to America
Where the lies are a-glow and the infamous singing
Gonna take, gonna take, gonna take a trip to America
Don’t wanna miss the boat
Send me a rose, I’m heading out to sea

© 2002 Victor Stranges/Marc Bobolakis