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Gentlemen, you are far too kind
May I ...inquire a jar of wine
For as you pour, so shall you find
What's kicking 'round this old cat's mind
Hey Lolly Lolly Lolly, Ho Lolly lo, Mad Lolly Lolly
- hey, what's that?

She's everywhere that glasses clink
She's right outside and in your drink
She's got every single Idaho potato
Wrapped up in her trunk
She's a fast driver, a swan diver, a bee hiver
Yes, that's the stuff

Don't get me wrong, I'm no empty suit
I don't do well at playing cute
But if you should wish to change my mood
Dear sirs just top 'er off
Hey Lolly Lolly Lolly, Ho Lolly lo, Mad Lolly Lolly
... come closer now

I bet you heard she brings good luck
Dice and rubber ducks
But, cowboy, nothing comes for free
You still don't know her specialty

Grandpa's at the country store
Selling live ammo and the ways of the lord
They're lining up, they all want more
Get your live ammo and the ways of the lord

Gentlemen, I do believe...
It's time I up and took my leave...
If you've got no change to spend on me
I'll have to call my friend
Hey Lolly Lolly Lolly, Ho Lolly lo, Mad Lolly Lolly

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from Crux Interpretum (Tape One), released October 31, 2014

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