A new grave to dig for my old shovel
Another day another novel
It's pulp fiction and it writes itself
The plot is held together with a safety pin
Selective is something I have never really been
I give dictation to my secretarial elf
I got a gal she's a crazy little queen
Knocks me for a loop makes me feel like I'm 16
But I think I know some things now
I didn't at the start
I own only what I can carry
I'm ready to leave if things get scary
My graveyard spy is dead
And I know all the exits by heart
See the Dawgtown Youth do the Dawgtown Strut
The most marvelous looking beggars
There is a bullet with my name on it
But tonight I think only of Adella
And those legs of hers
I guess we all know when a thing can't last
But when it happens it happens so fast
When time makes a mockery of all of us
We were new arrivals now we're veterans
We were rivals then
Now some of them are my dear friends
We shake our heads at the new faces
Fresh of the bus
There is not a clear thought between 'em
But seeing them somehow is redeeming
A lot is gained by giving up on some dreams
Another femme fatale that is made to order
Another surprise ending's told
Into my tape recorder
Me and my monkey go together
Like a comedy team
See the Dawgtown Youth do the Dawgtown Strut
The most marvelous looking beggars
There is a bullet with my name on it
But tonight I think only of Cruella
And those dogs of hers

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