Mike Doughty
Mike Doughty
Mike Doughty
Mike Doughty
Mike Doughty
Mike Doughty
Mike Doughty
Mike Doughty
Mike Doughty
Mike Doughty
Mike Doughty
Mike Doughty
Mike Doughty
Mike Doughty
The princess rang the apostate on the courtesy phone
I saw your reflection in the bell of my horn
I intro'd with the denouement and segued to a pause
I read out the manual to wild applause
Oh, if you won't let go, have at it
Oh, if I can't say no, have at it
I rode through the blank lands, all the people I must know
And I have drank three credit cards and gone through all my notes
All the blood ran to my belly, the customers swooned
I took the recommended dosage, called in the dragoons
Oh, if your crow must crow, have at it
Oh, if I can't say no, have at it