He’s the alphabet pony. He’s the alphabet pony. Phoney monkey, toy money, loose ends, soda hands, pink plastic Jesus on the dashboard. Just saying, he’s the alphabet pony. He’s the alphabet pony. No fun, not happy, got no money, need a friend, a volcano dish on a mountain-top to live in. He’s the alphabet pony. He’s the alphabet pony. I cancel Sunday, cancel Monday, don’t look at me, I’ve running on a no-tomorrow road at great speed, n-n-n-need a punch, a pop, a bang, a different song, like a nice new home needs a mean stray dog. He’s the alphabet pony. He’s the alphabet pony. Oh we go up down up down up down town again we like the walk, the talk, don’t stop and fall into the quicksand. Sharp teeth, dry heat, can’t breathe too many sins, don’t forget my cigarettes and get something that we can drink. He’s the alphabet pony. He’s the alphabet pony.
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