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I have some junk, some lovely junk, it goes into the vein...
CHORUS: Aaaaaahh.... (fall to floor, pause)
But now I have awoken, how can I more junk obtain?
I must go see a poor croaker, with a fake case of neuralgia...
DOCTOR: No! You shall not have more morphine! I have only just prescribed ya! (wags finger)
I have burnt out all the doctors, what's a junky now to do?
I am junk-sick! I am weary! I must buy some, but from who?
I shall steal this suitcase since I have no ready cash to buy...
It's leather but (gasp) it's full of legs! My goodness, my oh my! |
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