I met this guy—and he looked like he might have
Been a hatcheck clerk at an ice rink.
Which, in fact, he turned out to be. And I said:
Oh boy. Right again.
Let X=X. You know, It could be you.
It's a sky-blue sky. Satellites are out tonight.
You know, I could write a book. And this book would
Be thick enough to stun an ox. 'Cause I can see the
Future and it's a place—about 70 miles east of
Here. Where it's lighter. Linger on over here.
Got the time?. let X=X.
I got this postcard. And it read, it said:
Dear Amigo—Dear Partner.
Listen, uh—I just want to say thanks. So...thanks.
Thanks for all the presents. Thanks for introducing me to the Chief.
Thanks for putting on the feedbag. Thanks for going all out.
Thanks for showing me your Swiss Army knife. and uh—
Thanks for letting me autograph your cast.
Hug and kisses. XXXXOOOO.
Oh yeah, P.S.
I—I feel—feel like—I am—in a burning building—and I gotta go.
'Cause I—I feel—feel like—I am—in a burning building—and I