| I was crawling through a festival way out west
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| I was thinking about love and the acid test
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| But first I got real dizzy with a real rockin' gang
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| Then I saw the coma girl, on the excitement gang
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| And the rain came in from the wide blue yonder
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| Through all the stages, I wandered
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| Oh coma girl on the excitement gang
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| Mona Lisa, on a motorcycle gang
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| Coma girl, coma girl
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| The coma girl was beating with the oil drum gang
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| Some fast food fanatics was burning down a burger van
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| Somebody was waling off their head, oh
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| Nobody was rippin' the teen scene dead
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| And the rain, came in from the wide blue yonder
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| I thought you and me might wander
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| Oh coma girl on the excitement gang
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| Mona Lisa, on a motorcycle gang
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| Coma girl, coma girl on a motorcycle gang
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| As the nineteenth hour was falling upon desolation row
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| Some outlaw band, had the last drop on the go
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| Lets siphon up some gas, lets get this show on the road
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| Said the coma girl, to the excitement gang
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| Into action, everybody sprang
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| And the oil drums were beating out, doolang, doolang
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| Coma girl on the excitement gang
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| Oh Mona Lisa on a motorcycle gang
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| Coma girl, doolang, doolang
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| Coma girl, doolang, doolang
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| Mona, baby, Mo-Mona baby, doolang, doolang
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| Mona, baby, Mo-Mona baby, doolang, doolang
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| Doolang, doolang |