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Zevon Warren Genius

Hurry home early, hurry on home Boom Boom Mancini's fighting Bobby Chacon Hurry home early, hurry on home Boom Boom Mancini's fighting Bobby Chacon From

Well, he went down to dinner in his Sunday best Excitable boy, they all said And he rubbed the pot roast all over his chest Excitable boy, they all said

I worked hard, but not for the money I did my best to please I used to think it was funny 'Til I realized it was all a tease Don Quixote had his windmills

If you're all alone And you need someone Call me up And I'll come running Reconsider me Reconsider me If it's still the past That makes you doubt Darlin

t know for sure Like every other unindicted co conspirator Mata Hari had a house in France Where she worked on all her secret plans Men were falling for her sight unseen She was a genius

Roland was a warrior from the land of the midnight sun With a Thompson gun for hire, fighting to be done The deal was made in Denmark on a dark and stormy

I hear Mariachi static on my radio And the tubes they glow in the dark And I'm there with her in Ensenada And I'm here in Echo Park Carmelita hold me

Grandpa pissed his pants again He don't give a damn Brother Billy has both guns drawn He ain't been right since Vietnam "Sweet home Alabama" Play that

I had the shit till it all got smoked I kept the promise till the vow got broke I had to drink from the lovin' cup I stood on the banks till the river