Letras
Harry was a regional man and would become a priest
He dug up his dear father who was recently deceased
He did it with tarot cards and mystically etched in mind
And shortly there and after he did fine
Eugenia was a spoiled young brat, she thought she knew it all
She smoked mentholated cigarettes and she had sex in the hall
But she was not my kind or even of my sign
The kind of animal that I would be about
You keep hanging round me
And I'm not so glad you've found me
And you're still doing the things that I gave up years ago
Kathy was a bit surreal, she painted all her toes
And all her fancy word dentures clamped tightly to her nose
And when she finally spoke, her trended glasses broke
And no one else could smile while she was in the room
Hark, the herald angel sang and reached out for a phone
And plucked it with a knife in hand, he dialed long distance home
But it was all too much, to sprinkle an angel dust
To AT&T who didn't wish you well
You keep hanging round me
And I'm not so glad you've found me
And you're still doing the things that I gave up years ago