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Twas in August 1952, Cousin Otis lost his mind
In his chartreuse Cadillac and his python coat
He drained three tubes of airplane glue
And he drained the Carsonville bank
And all he left his family was a note
Here's what he wrote...
Well, it's all crashing down on me
I tell you where I'll go
I'm gonna make a killing on Wyoming Radio
So I joined the Athenian infantry in the War of the Peloponnese
In my gold feather duster helmet and my leopard hides
Twas on the siege of the Syracuse, with the Spartans bearing down
That I heard the famous speech of Alcibiades
He said...
Well, it's all crashing down on me
I tell you where I'll go
I'm gonna make a killing on Wyoming Radio
Stricken with malaria, quite possibly insane
I was shipwrecked inside a barroom in Belize
So I write to you my dear Eunice, not about the hows or whys
But of this question, which is: to be or not to be
Shakespeare, my dear
And when it comes crashing down on me
I tell you where I'll go
I'm gonna make a killing on Wyoming Radio