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days to hitchhike from Saginaw I've gone to look for America Laughing on the bus playing games with the faces She said the man in the gabardine suit
fried gabardine His cloth goes shining on Glory, glory Harry Lewis Glory, glory Harry Lewis Glory, glory Harry Lewis His cloth goes shining on
of roasted Dacron And some french fried gabardine His cloth goes shining on Glory, glory Harry Lewis Glory, glory Harry Lewis Glory, glory Harry Lewis
days to hitchhike from Saginaw I've gone to look for America Laughing on the bus playing games with the faces She said the man in the gabardine suit
some flesh allowances The pansies raided the pantry off Gabardine dreams, promiscuous Delight, deny not the flavor Custard dreams Abusing, musing
Rats in my jacket I'm so impressed I am now seen unclean Wash me up mama And give me a suit of gabardine I had a suit, By the look on my face, Maybe
By the blue boy Oh curse and bless him with the gabardine which surrounds him See him writhe at the sight of your eyes which repel him Whoa whoa
the faces, She said the man in the gabardine suit Was a spy. I said, "Be careful, His bow tie is really a camera." "Toss me a cigarette, I think
with faces She said the man in the gabardine suit was a spy I said, "be careful, his bow-tie is really a camera." "Kathy, I'm lost," I said Though
sky, Foolsome flesh allowances, The pansies raided the pantry of, Gabardine dreams, promiscuous, Delight, deny not the flavor, Custard dreams,
Gabardine roses, tortured vines The sun has been hiding all this time Thought that I'd see you again somehow But the dirt is your lover now
the gabardine suit was a spy I said be careful his bowtie is really a camera Toss me a cigarette, I think there's one in my raincoat We smoked the last one
the gabardine suit was a spy I said be careful his bow tie is really a camera Toss me a cigarette, I think there's one in my raincoat We smoked the last one
no infant messiah I've got no gabardine prose I've just got five hundred dollars That nobody knows about I'll give you my money I will sell you my soul
(kinky friedman) In faded gabardine he used to stand Down by the union station with that ol' hat in his hand. A banjo-pickin' devil, a singin'
In faded gabardine he used to stand Down by the Union Station with that ol' hat in his hand. A banjo-pickin' devil, a singin' rag-time saint.
Sautons sans parapluie, allons au paradis N'écoute pas B.2.O, ne fais pas ce que Mala dit Génération Mad Max, armé sous la gabardine Taffer de 9 à 5,
There's a sale on our gabardine suits today. They're all thirty percent off from yesterday. There's Fortrel polyester, leather, wool and tweed.
round The pretty little patter of a seaport town Rolling down the water and rolling down the old main drag All dolled up in gabardine The last
Mr. Mercury, (U.S. patent No. 55453xx54), a cast iron steam machine, Made the morning tea for the Admiral Gabardine Went out on an errand but came
Watchin politics balloon Knottin money round the clock Got his family hooked on rock All his suits is gabardine Envy is a shade of green Stomp your feet
1: Beluga. Gazebo. 1: Gabardine. 1: Gazebo. 3: Igloo. 2: Bulbous bouffant. 3: Ploy. 1: Plethora. 3: Macadamia. 2: Bamboozle. 1: Beluga.
mocknecks and some tailor-made gabardines Remember those pants with the pockets on the side You wore with your Pumas and strutted with every stride?