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

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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