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The Stir-Crazy Pornographer

Guided By Voices

Enter he with paperweight
A kinky old man named Jane-Be-Late
He said, "Son, don't drag me,
Drag me down,
Down to the ground."

Now when he works he blazes trails
Of fine-toothed combs and ponytails
He said, "Son, don't drag me,
Drag me down,
Down To the ground."

Son, don't drag me,
Drag me down, down
Son, don't drag me,
Drag me down down to the ground

Drag me down down
Drag me down down
Drag me down down
To the ground