Well he's gone down a road that's fading quickly

And he's prone to being homegrown and sickly

And he doesn't have a reason for the plodding

And his life as of now is frail and rotting

Frail and rotten frail and rotten

Frail and rotten feeling lame

Frail and rotten frail and rotten

Frail and rotten what a shame

So she threw him down and broke his transom

And she held his self respect for ransom

And believe me the poor boy up and payed it

And felt better not to contemplate it

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So she moved on and overtook his story

And made sure that the scene was trite and hoary

'Cause she really did like that Baby Blue fella

And moved on to conquer other cerebella

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Dave - guitars, vocals, banjo

Brian - bass,engineering, mixing

Ochster - drums and percussion

Ian - mastering