All the air sucked out the room
I'm living in
Now I'm forswearing the hustle
Come to mine and tell your
Tales of strange parades
Of strange parades
Russell.
Through the mullioned window,
Saw you type away
BASIC, FORTRAN, and in COBOL
In your snifter, soda laced with aspartame
With aspartame
Russell.
Now I'm in the woods in Saratoga Springs
Writing hit songs about cars and girls
I'll thank you by name
With my Grammy in my hands
In my hands
Russell.