"Quick, some redhots," cried the handsome fullback I'm so nervous at this lonely bivouac All the men have long since gone to bed Once again explaining why in Miss Cheever it's always raining And the roaring of the lamb Brought my friends out in the rain Now nobody's quite the same No one's to blame There's a fight reported in the wash-dry Smart Eugene refused to share his moon-pie What a shame they start them off so young Who's to blame for this one Who'll pay the prophet the day they miss one And the roaring of the lamb Then revealed its awesome powers And the minutes turned to hours No one's the same Blandon's baby broke for Eastern Parkway Red Kimono torn and soaked in salt spray Very chic, this wild thing on the run Magnifique, beguiling (nailed Gwynan's ???) daughter But no one's smiling And the roaring of the lamb Brought my friends out in the rain Now nobody's quite the same No one's to blame
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