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Just Baker rambling on about nothing.

Well she said, "honey, won't you drive me to the store?"
He said, "I'd love to darling, but I'm working at the door, down at the movie house, taking tickets from the folks."
But instead of taking tickets, it seems he was taking tokes
Off of a cigarette that was pointed on the end
The manager said, "what's that son?"
He said, "That's my only friend."
The manager said, "I see, well that's good, but you can't stay here."
He said, "Do I get a gold watch?"
The boss answered with a sneer.
Goodbye little costume, Goodbye minimum wage
Goodbye buttered popcorn
He's like a bird out of a cage

Well he walked home, she met him at the door
He said, "Don't you ever go home?"
She said, "What would I go home for?
Cause there ain't nothing there can compare to you."
He said, "Oh, that's nice. Let me take a look at you!"
Now, he didn't love her, in fact, he didn't feel a thing
But he decided to go all out and give her a diamond ring.
The kind for marrying,
Just so he could stand her up.
They said her tears were pouring just like coffee from a cup, there in the church, some felt sorry, and some were laughing at her crying.
They said she looked so beautiful, maybe even worth buying.

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Cause I've seen the sunshine and I've seen the snow
I've seen 'em come, and I've seen 'em go.
I've seen 'em laugh, and I've seen 'em cry.
Like I got a million dollars and I can't find nothing to buy.

Well, then one man, he stood up from the pews.
Said, "You can cry on me girl. My name is Howard Hughes. Now I'm eccentric, but I got money out my ears. You can have half, if you'll love me for fifty years."
She said, "okay, now, what else can I do?"
The people were all smiling, they'd never seen a love so true.

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Well back to me, I was coasting along. Nothing going right,
but nothing really wrong.
Yeah, I was helpless, just barely scraping by.
If I smoke another cigarette, I think I'm gonna die.
So I joined a therapy group for people just like me.
They introduced themselves and their problems so seriously.
Yeah, they cried and cried, and poured their hearts out to the world.
I said, "I'd like to help you all, but I just came to meet girls."
So I walked out, with my monkey on my back.
Ran into her on the corner, planning her attack.
Or so I thought, but she just looked me in the eye.
Her eyes were soft, she said, "I think you're worth another try!"
I said, "Why?"
She said, "Howard treats me fine, but I need a pack of cigarettes and a jug of cheap wine. And somebody with a mind like mine to whom I can talk. Howard's a lot like Michael Jackson, but he can't moonwalk."