out of the crowd at the bottom of the hill
hotter than hell and dressed to kill
she's unimpressed with a big smokey voice
i supposed she goes for those quiet boys
do you think we outta outta stick around
do you think we outta outta stick around
do you think we outta outta stick around or blow this town
some long poem writer with a name like a gent
asks mr jackson for twenty five cents
two minutes later and they're talking guitars
sinclair lewis and their favorite film noir
do you think we outta outta stick around
do you think we outta outta stick around
do you think we outta outta stick around or blow this town
the van lays vacant
while ed plays agent
and t shirt murchant and where's lucky?
pete plays it cool cuz
my mood's turned cruel cuz
we're low on fuel and where's lucky?
do you think we outta outta stick around
do you think we outta outta stick around
do you think we outta outta stick around or blow this town
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