that I could fool the CIA
up with me down in San Jose
So now I’m
in a cell at Gung Ho Bay
raped and beaten by the agents every day.
I wonder if
they tracked me on the net
were deciphered - that I bet
It must have
been that chatty chick Suzette
know how much I’m craving for a cigarette.
to keep myself in shape
a plan to fool them and escape
says there’s far too much red tape
know about the hole I’ve dug behind the drape.
sneak straight past the slack-jawed screws
asleep from too much dope and booze
I’ll arrive in Syracuse
my sordid story on the Seven-thirty News.
President will have to fire them all
The CIA will
get an overhaul
Watergate will be a waterfall
reporter friend is sitting waiting for my call.
somebody coming to my cell
torture me again but I won’t tell
until I quit this citadel
their bums so badly that they’ll think that they’re in Hell.
I wake up
and the morning sun’s agleam
My head is
pounding and I want to scream
it all was just a dream
the last time I get drunk on Bailey’s Irish Cream!
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