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CHRISTOPHER, GEROGE J., AND WALT by Dion
Has anybody here, seen my old friend Walt,
Can you tell me where he's gone?
He bought a lot of Winspear,
But it seems they've hit no pipes yet,
Its price was king, now it's pawn
Has anybody here, seen my old friend George J.
Can you tell me where he's gone?
Winspear promised to have core back,
But it seems they changed their mind,
They just sent it, at the dawn,
Didn't you love the things they told us?
Planetary farts, Westerns,
I hope there'll be a new day,
Has anybody here seen my old friend Chrstopher,
Can you tell me where he's gone?
He bought a lot of Winspear,
But it seems there is no pipe yet,
There better be one, or we're gone. ||
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DON'T CRY FOR ME, SOPHIE TAYLOR
Don't cry for me, Sohpie Taylor,
The truth is, I still own Winspear,
All through the down days,
When folks had big gripes,
I kept my stock shares,
Now find some good pipes
And as for fortune, and as for fame,
I always expected a hit,
Though it seemed to the world
Things were turning to shit,
It's no illusion,
The diamonds are there you implied there would be,
The answer will come in due time,
I hope it's real soon you'll tell me
Don't cry for me, Sohpie Taylor,
The truth is, I still own Winspear,
All through the down days,
When folks had big gripes,
I kept my stock shares,
Now find some good pipes.
Have I said too much?
There is nothing more I can think of to say to you
But all you have to do is drill five more holes
And announce a pipe or two...
WINSPEAR BLUES Public Domain, with help from Dylan's 1st album
I bought some Winspear on a warm fall day,
Bob Bishop liked it, hope he knew the way,
I talked to Sophie and I liked her so,
I called my broker and bought some mo',
I got the Winspear blues,
Oh Lord a mama, I got 'em in the bottom of stock tradin' shoes,
And when the closing bell goes a ring,
I think my yang has lost its yin(g),
It looks like I'm never gonna lose them Winspear blues.
Things looked good until they hit some dykes,
Folks didn't like it and the price said "yikes"!
I didn't get it and I bought more stock,
But now I'm hurting cause they cleaned my clock,
I got the Winspear blues,
Oh Lord a mama, I got 'em in the bottom of stock tradin' shoes,
And when the closing bell goes a ring,
I think my yang has lost its yin(g).
It looks like I'm never gonna lose them Winspear blues.
From above four fifty to below one 'half,
To have held it this long guess I must be daff,
Still think they're dimaonds underneath that lake,
If they find a pipe Tuesday guess I'll bake a cake.
I got the Winspear blues,
Oh Lord a mama, I got 'em in the bottom of stock tradin' shoes,
And when the closing bells goes a ring,
I think my yang has lost its ying,
It looks like I'm never gonna lose them Winspear blues.
I like the threadsters and old Sophie fine,
But we'll all be leavin if there ain't no mine,
Two holes in breccia drilled at angles, yipes,
You better tell us that you got some pipes.
I got the Winspear blues,
Oh Lord a mama, I got 'em in the bottom of my stock tradin' shoes,
And when the closing bells goes a ring,
I think my yang has lost its ying,
It looks like I'm never gonna lose them Winspear blues. |
