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Inspecter 7 ... Skoochie's Ruin
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*** Skoochie's Ruin ***
5 minutes to showtime a gap in the horns,
I just saw him this last hour, I could have sworn.
Where the hell'd he get that that crazed, dodgy oaf?
Is he tuning his toot? Is he pinching a loaf?
Stomp into the back room and what do I see
but a pile of shark skin and flesh before me.
Reeking of a combo of Night Train and Gin
and then up peers a face with a sick drunken grin.
Oh what a sorry sight [he's ruined, he don't know what he's doin]
Will Skoochie be all right?
Stumbles to the stage with his eyes all aglaze,
30 sheets to the wind with his head in a haze
Strips down to his trousers and rips through a set
24 hours later he'll probably forget.
Minutes after showtime again dissappears
So I run to the back room to hide all the beers
See him in a phone booth out cold makin Z's,
Tonor saz at his feet, vomit up to his knees.
How the hell did he play? [he's ruined, he don't know what he's doin]
Well he wake the next day?
(chorus)
Blank memory, pounding head,
cotton in his mouth and a monster in his bed,
Praying to the porcelain God,
and wishing he was dead: SKOOCHIES RUIN!
Comes to the next morning wiht a low, painful groan
Takes a glance to his side and questions in fright
"Who's this lump in my bed? What did I do last night?"
Streaks into the bathroom, anxiety high,
"When'd I tatoo my ass? How'd I get that black eye?"
Drinking to oblivion can be such a bite.
He's learned his lesson at least 'till next Friday night.
Oh what a sorry sight [he's ruined, he don't know what he's doin]
Will Skoochie be all right?
(chorus)
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