Green hocker croakin' In the Pygmy Twylyte Crankin' and a-cokin' in the Winchell's® Donut midnight Out of his deep on a 'fore [sic] day run Hurtin' for sleep in the Quaalude® moonlight Green hocker in a Greyhound® locker Smokin' in the Pygmy Twylyte Joined the bus on the 33rd seat By the doo-doo room with the reek replete Crystal eye, crystal eye Got a crystal kidney and he's 'fraid to die In the Pygmy Twylyte Downer midnight Pygmy Twylyte Downer midnight Pygmy Twylyte Downer midnight Pygmy Twylyte Downer midnight
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