| Lyrics | Allusion | Song |
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| But [Allusion] musta had the highway blues/ You can tell by the way she smiles | |
| Now [Allusion], she’s ’neath the window/ For her I feel so afraid/ On her twenty-second birthday/ She already is an old maid | |
| With your sheet-metal memory of [Allusion] | |
| Stayin’ up for days in the Chelsea Hotel/ Writin’ [Allusion] for you | |
| With a time-rusted compass blade/ [Allusion] and his lamp/ Sits with Utopian hermit monks/ Sidesaddle on the Golden Calf | |
| And like Pharoah’s tribe/ They’ll be drowned in the tide/ And like [Allusion], they’ll be conquered | |
| It will scramble up your head and drag your brain about/ Sometimes you gotta do like [Allusion] did and shoot the damn thing out | |
| The city fathers they’re trying to endorse/ The reincarnation of [Allusion]’s horse/ But the town has no need to be nervous | |
| [Allusion]/ He could not keep/ All his kings/ Supplied with sleep | |
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| Oh God said to [Allusion], “Kill me a son”/ [Same Allusion] says, “Man, you must be puttin’ me on” | |
| You used to be so amused/ At [Allusion] in rags and the language that he used | |
| I was riding on the [Allusion]/ When I thought I spied some land | |
| You’ve been through all of/ [Allusion]’s books/ You’re very well read/ It’s well known | |
| Well, my telephone rang it would not stop/ It’s President [Allusion] callin’ me up | |
| You’re going to [Allusion] and Gomorrah/ But what do you care? Ain’t nobody there would want to marry your sister | |
| Well, [Allusion], he’s in the alley/ With his pointed shoes and his bells/ Speaking to some French girl/ Who says she knows me well | |
| Now we all agree with [Allusion]’s views/ Although he killed six million Jews/ It don’t matter too much that he was a Fascist/ At least you can’t say he was a Communist! | |
| Like [Allusion] of old/ You lie and deceive | |
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