| In Delaware when I was younger
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| I would live the life obscene
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| In the spring I had great hunger
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| I was Brando, I was Dean
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| Blaspheming, booted blue-jeaned baby boy
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| Oh, how I made them turn their heads
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| The townie, brownie girls, they jumped for joy
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| And begged me, bless them in their beds
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| In Delaware when I was younger
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| I would row upon the lake
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| In the spring I had great hunger
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| I was Keats, I was Blake
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| My pimple pencil pain I’d bring
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| To frogs who sat entranced
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| My drift-dream ditties I would sing
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| The water strider danced
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| In Delaware when I was younger
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| They thought St. Andrew had sufficed
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| But in the spring I had great hunger
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| I was Buddha, I was Christ
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| You wicked wise men where you wonder
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| You Pharisees one day will pay
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| See my lightning, hear my thunder
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| I am truth, I know the way
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| In Delaware when I was younger |