1. DOWN THE DUSTPIPE

Heading down the back turnpike, signposts are pointing west
Fell into the lonely dustpipe, hope my pick-up can stand the Test
But I'm doing all right now
Rolling down the dustpipe, na-na-na-na nana-na-nana-na

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Rolling down the dustpipe now, got a ten dollar bill in my Jeans
Because there ain't no room for a kosher cowboy in a town Like New Orleans
But I'm doing all right now
Rolling down the dustpipe, na-na-na-na nana-na-nana-na

Guess I didn't make it in the city, but that's just the way That it goes
'Cos there's a lotta lunatics, crazy ghostmen, baby, don't Like the shape of my nose
But I'm doing all right now
Rolling down the dustpipe, na-na-na-na nana-na-nana-na

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2. FACE WITHOUT A SOUL

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She's a face without a soul
This lady's heart is gold
She's a face without a soul
This lady's heart is gold

Though her hands are cool they'll burn
You may kiss her but you'll have to take your turn
In her life you're just another bird in the sky
When she says you must be ready to fly
Ready to fly, up and fly away

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This lady has no love
Herself, perhaps, is who she puts above
Everything, and of course, everyone
Knows this lady thinks she's number one
Number one, yes the only one

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She's gonna fall on her face someday
Find other men for her games to play
I'm gonna make sure everyone knows
What she is trying to do

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