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He's A Sagittarius He's a Sagittarius moon and so precarious He loves to lead the ladies on but they all don't know where he is His style is quite spectacular He use the black vernacular He never kiss a girl upon the cheek 'till he's attracted to her Yes he's a real Lothario Floats like Super Mario Works on 42nd Street but lives out in the barrio Loves to eat a petit four Leaves the birds to Baltimore Parties at the grocery store We know foam follows function So we learn to move with the utmost unction The fault is not in our guitars but in ourselves He's smooth as turpentine He only likes the Firesign He's a Sagittarius Familiar with the various strategies for chatter but he only digs the scariest A hundred years of solipsists Got him chomping at the bit He's the soul of brevity, if not exactly wit We know foam follows function So we learn to move with the utmost unction The fault is not in our guitars but in ourselves He's sweet as turpentine So come, vamos a Bergenline So before you go get plastered Won't you spend some time with this conceited bastard? Who sits around writing love songs to himself He's smooth as Percodan He always says "I think I can" His Saturn is in Taurus Which explains why he might bore us with his Libran didacticity But check the electricity when jovial and saturnine combine in trines To line up the Martial arts of the mind! back |