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'Ey you,

Mister Boot Licker

with your gaudy boa constrictor

matchin' scarf & belt

Thoughts of an endless open road

Making you melt



Lil' La Brea tar pit louse,

'Ave ya grown tired yet

of your beautiful tourniquet house?



Oh, dear Autonomy,

You're the one for me

(for me-ee-eee-eeee)



Loosen your blind eye bow tie & bleed all over

Buy a discount lunar rover

Take a warm sleepin' bag,

and live in a damp & dirty gutter

Go and find the Land O' Lakes,

and getcha a tub O' butter



Oh, dear Autonomy,

You're so buttery

(so buttery-ee-eee-eeee)



Your folks'll find this so darn funny

they plumb forget to laugh

So feign a smile

& tell 'em it's on their behalf

Don't need no conditional money curse

No obligation to reimburse

Only need enough for a map

of your displeased G.O.P. Chinese finger-trap

And once you catch the exit you're en route

(so long as you don't catch the gout)

to the tomorrow you choose to draw



Don't need much

All in all

No, don't need too much

Not at all



Just enough to crawl . . .

Just enough to crawl along . . .



Bling, blong . . .

Bling ...

blong ...



Oh, aw, dear Autonomy,

I'd give my freedom for thee

Oh, aw, dear Ambidexterity

I'd give my left arm for thee

Oh, aw, oh, dear Autonomy

I'd eat a brick of Edam for thee . . .



Oh, yum

Oh, aw

Yum, yum

Oh yeah