Woke up this morning
Looked across the lawn
Oh my God
Both the cars were gone
I got the blues now baby
Since you been gone
I've had nothing
But bad news
I had a car
Loaned it to a friend
He went eighty miles per hour
Round a forty mile bend
I built a mansion
I painted it black
Along came an earthquake
And it fell down the crack
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