was on my couch
when the news came down
"there is no will in it, gentlemen"
and i wondered what to do
and the soda cups
were trod, red white and blue
and the world
did as it would
and then somehow
we're in that phoenix airport
and someone finally knows
what amex is
and it's the dead cat bounce,
the dead cat bounce
and i don't care, i don't care
i know those furs will walk
when the index tanks
it's ok, it's ok
just ring me up another one
the years are cool and short
and cigarettes are back in style
come on back in the house --
let's trade a while
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