| Ben: uh — okay, we’re going to do a new song then… it's about a man
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| Named.uh.morgan davis… morgan…morgan left the house to get some cream
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| Of wheat and came back with a little bit more
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| All right — this features joe delorenza
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| His wife is tired, she wants to sleep
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| But allnight morgan davis wants his cream of wheat
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| He waits and then she turns out the lights
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| He tip-toes to the doorway
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| As he slips to the night
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| His boring life and he leads it by selling stocks
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| Makes him feel he’s growing old and tired
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| There’s no joy in strife just by passing time
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| On this boring life
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| He wants the lights, the cash, a piece of ass
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| A toothless bitch to blow him for a vile of crack
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| He chokes his chunk in some gatorade
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| And scores a bag of chronic on the eastern of a
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| His secret life and he leads it by selling drugs he set up that night
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| He’s selling hash to the trailer trash
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| His sister’s ass
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| The boring life
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| «my friends are all salesman
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| My wife is a slut
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| There must be something bigger i can stick in my butt
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| The irs is auditing, my life is in a wreck "
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| And so he’s fired his heat
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| He’s blown his blow
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| It’s coming up on sunrise and it’s time to go
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| He smells like barf
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| «my head is a mess «He wipes the coke and lipstick off his fat, hairy, chest
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| He doubles home from a rising show
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| He won’t be at work in an hour or so
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| He crawls in bed with his sleeping wife
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| Just a night to break up his boring lifex |