44 & 66 Greg Brown
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44's a BMW; 66's a Yamaha
44's just like mother; 66 owns Omaha
44 & 66; 66 & 44
What a piston; what a bore
66 & 44
66's a long old jet plane, goin' to a folk festival
44's a hot jazz player, yeah; and his belly's never full
44 & 66; 66 & 44
You got to push what you can't pull
66 & 44
66 is modern poetry; 44 is modern art
66 ain't got no mystery; 44 ain't got no heart
44 & 66; 66 & 44
Flick your Bic at the right door
66 & 44
66's a brand new baby bouncin' on his grandma's knee
44's a long old coffin, open arms for you and me
44 & 66; 66 & 44
Say goodbye and close the door
66 & 44
66 is Waylon Jennings, and he can't find his cologne
44 is Nelson Eddy, and he's crying on the telephone
44 & 66; 66 & 44
Outlaws don't dig to be poor, no
66 & 44
44's just like mother; 66 owns Omaha
44 & 66; 66 & 44
What a piston; what a bore
66 & 44
66's a long old jet plane, goin' to a folk festival
44's a hot jazz player, yeah; and his belly's never full
44 & 66; 66 & 44
You got to push what you can't pull
66 & 44
66 is modern poetry; 44 is modern art
66 ain't got no mystery; 44 ain't got no heart
44 & 66; 66 & 44
Flick your Bic at the right door
66 & 44
66's a brand new baby bouncin' on his grandma's knee
44's a long old coffin, open arms for you and me
44 & 66; 66 & 44
Say goodbye and close the door
66 & 44
66 is Waylon Jennings, and he can't find his cologne
44 is Nelson Eddy, and he's crying on the telephone
44 & 66; 66 & 44
Outlaws don't dig to be poor, no
66 & 44
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