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Cougar

He was a good lookin' guy Stood about six foot three Long brown hair As nice as he could be Everybody liked him But he didn't have a clue He looked silly

Well, she started out to be a dancer She's gonna make her livin' dancin' in the Broadway shows SO she hitchhiked cross country from Pasaroba to the Big

When Jesus left Birmingham All the disciples went crazy When Jesus left Birmingham All the people went completely nuts They all busted out on a wild night

Well, I hear in Miami they have a lot of girls Who toast their flesh in the sun Living on allowances they receive from the old man at home To keep up

We see it on TV, we get calls on the phone By the prophets of doom, they won't leave us alone The planet is dying and there's no time to spare They spend

Well, our hearts beat like thunder I don't know why they don't explode You got your hands in my back pockets And Sam Cooke's singin' on the radio You

No songs on the stereo That we could sing with anymore No dance that I can do That would not embarrass you A sound bite here and there WIth no reason

A million young poets Screamin' out their words To a world full of people Just livin' to be heard Future generations Ridin' on the highways that we built

Well, the record company's goin' out of business They price the records too damn high And the boys in the band could use some assistance Well, the record