Because ya'll just have no idea what the heck I'm talking about. And by "ya'll" I mean my one visible and my one invisible followers.
Tripped on a dollar hit my head on a dime
Stained my white collar lost track of the time
Asked a smiling dragon for a smoke and some change
He didn't mind me begging but he thought I looked strange
Boarded up the windows telephoned my old man
Never left Los Altos went and bought a van
Wiped my feet on the mat that welcomed me home
Left a tip for the doorman left a note for the storm
Shivered like feathers on a frost bitten hen
Fell from the rafters swapped a loon for a yen
Unbuttoned my blue collar - reached for the time
Spent my last dollar losing track of a dime
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