They used to call me Wylie E. Coyote
I'd snort hard and fast on any Saturday night
Now all they call me is Little Bighorn
when I scream from my front porch
But if you could
mosey yr moxie into
my steel cage I'd be
a breadwinner,
the never-ever forgetter
I'll be the next dance-shooing showboat queen
You'll sing it,
you'll see
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