Page 81 of Shadow Ticket

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missin that pep, in my shoe…

Can’t really blame me much, can you, b-

but then, what else,

was I s’posed, to do?

without you…

[speeding into jump tempo, rest of the band joining in]

Back here in Boo, hoo, hooo-dapest!

Yes!

Ever-since our love done, flew, th’ nest…

I’ve been out on the town,

wouldn’t say I was down, oh,

maybe-a touch of moo-di-ness…

Eatin’ so much past-er-y, mm!

Can’t even find the space to re-

-volve around on mah stool,

just a face-stuffin fool, the rule is

don’t-get, too-depressed—

[bridge]

Back on the Oktogon there,

the music playing so soft,

for the end of, me and you…

(Truckin’ off to Tim-buk-tu!)

what a chill in the air,

when we finally kissed it off—

Down, by, that, Dan, ube, so, blue!

No-way to

mis-con-strue th’ rest,

though who’d-a guessed we’d

con-clude th’ mess, in

Bu—da-pest?

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