I walked down that old road
not too far
when i met a local man
at a local bar
we chatted rather rapidly
discussing events of way back when
we talked this way till 9 O'clock
on second thought i think it was 10
soon the fog came rolling in
and it was time for me to go
when the local man asked nervously
hey, don't you want to stay for the show?
the show? i pondered to myself
what could this handsome man mean?
this man of great porportion
not even the slightest bit lean
with a shake from my hips
and a few licks of my lips
i questioned his question
from the alcohol, i took two more sips
"well, the show...don't you know"
i said, i'm afraid i do not
see i am not quite as familiar
to what the locals here are told and taught
but i thought you lived just down the road
doesn't that make you local just like me?
i said it does in a way
but do you have to be so mean?
he looked somewhat confused
i could tell he couldn't believe
that there were people in this world
that were crazier than he
and after that
we were together, and so
i decided it would be alright
if i stayed for the show

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