| Me and a friend went out one night, walkin' in the street
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| We talked of God and the end of the world; |
| I stuck my head in a fire hydrant
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| The night was cool; |
| it was around the time that the bad ladies come out
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| While river rats broke windows and performed unnatural acts
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| We walked halfway across the town and sang in an amphitheatre
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| Then we walked a little further and admired some graffiti
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| Dodging cars as we crossed the highway, we sure must have looked ugly
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| My shirt was soaked, the grass was wet; |
| I stuck head in a fire hydrant
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| We talked of things in the Good Book while there was a naked lady on TV
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| She had no care, she had no shame, she had little propellers on
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| My friend, he said «I can’t help but look at this naked lady’s body.»
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| I said «Dear friend, you got a dirty mind -- stick your head in a fire hydrant.»
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| Earlier that evening, I went to a banquet, hoping she might be there
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| But she wasn’t so I went to this other girl’s house who was freaked out on drugs
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| So later after that, after the first part of this song, on my way home
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| I drove past this other girl’s house who would not accept my calls
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| I noticed she had her light on as I drove slowly by
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| I wondered if she noticed me; |
| I stuck my head in a fire hydrant |