“The Fast Lane”

« The Fast Lane »

A low plains drifter who lived in a hut
Had lost his way, was now in a rut
He wandered at night from tramp to slut,
He had to be in, a cunt or a butt

But without a home and without the dough
There was never going to be a show
Time after time, he was told ‘Whoa !
‘Look at that !You’re too old, just blow !’

All of his hopes had gone down the drain
Now his needy nob throbbed in vain
He wished he could leave on the next train
That’s what comes of living in the fast lane

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