You’re gonna love me when I’m gone,
So says the Bible of my man.
You’re gonna drink up, I’m gonna drop
To a germicidal sea where I’ll donkey-saddle up!
Have you seen me this happy,
Did you listen to my last
singing on that weekday, always ‘neath a fire shower?
Helluva palaver, that Sunday and last supper night—
Goodbye, salamanders, I’ll be all right!
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