| Can’t remember anything at all
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| Flame trees line the streets
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| Can’t remember anything at all
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| But I’m driving my car down to Geneva
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| I’ve been sitting in my basement patio
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| Aye, it was hot
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| Up above, girls walk past, the roses all in bloom
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| Have you ever heard about the Higgs Boson blues
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| I’m goin' down to Geneva baby, gonna teach it to you
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| Who cares, who cares what the future brings?
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| Black road long and I drove and drove
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| I came upon a crossroad
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| The night was hot and black
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| I see Robert Johnson,
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| With a ten dollar guitar strapped to his back,
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| Lookin' for a tune
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| Well here comes Lucifer,
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| With his canon law,
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| And a hundred black babies runnin' from his genocidal jaw
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| He got the real killer groove
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| Robert Johnson and the devil man
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| Don’t know who’s gonna rip off who
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| Driving my car, flame trees on fire
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| Sitting and singin' the Higgs Boson blues,
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| I’m tired, I’m lookin' for a spot to drop
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| All the clocks have stopped in Memphis now
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| In the Lorraine Motel, it’s hot, it’s hot
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| That’s why they call it the Hot Spot
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| I take a room with a view
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| Hear a man preaching in a language that’s completely new, yea
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| Making the hot cocks in the flophouse bleed
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| While the cleaning ladies sob into their mops
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| And a bellhop hops and bops
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| A shot rings out to a spiritual groove
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| Everybody bleeding to that Higgs Boson Blues
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| If I die tonight, bury me
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| In my favorite yellow patent leather shoes
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| With a mummified cat and a cone-like hat
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| That the caliphate forced on the Jews
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| Can you feel my heartbeat?
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| Can you feel my heartbeat?
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| Hannah Montana does the African Savannah
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| As the simulated rainy season begins
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| She curses the queue at the Zulus
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| And moves on to Amazonia
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| And cries with the dolphins
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| Mama ate the pygmy
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| The pygmy ate the monkey
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| The monkey has a gift that he is sending back to you
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| Look here comes the missionary
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| With his smallpox and flu
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| He’s saving them savages
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| With his Higgs Boson Blues
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| I’m driving my car down to Geneva
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| I’m driving my car down to Geneva
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| Oh let the damn day break
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| The rainy days always make me sad
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| Miley Cyrus floats in a swimming pool in Toluca Lake
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| And you’re the best girl I’ve ever had
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| Can’t remember anything at all |