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Ya got ta see th'm birds....

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The wind blows'm half crazy (hell mad if I may be so bold),
Ya just have ta avoid bein' downwind when they're constipated. No elephant grass an' napalm like Indochina compares to them Spanish lasses when they start spewin' guitar strings an'ol' Indian blood trough the nostrils. Damn! Here I is gettin’ wasted in some St. Joseph’s forsaken Welsh tavern listenin’ to the wind…ya got ta listen ta my llama palyin’ tha devilish fiddle outside….