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A man walks down the street
He says why am I soft in the noodle
Where’s my tow missiles
Thought I left em right here in the yard
I need a photo opportunity
I want a shot at residuals
Don’t wanta end up a fall guy
In some Israeli arms deal

But if you’ll be my alibi
I can be your Rambo thrill
You can call me Ollie, Ollie
When I call you I can call you Bill

A man walks down the street he says
Why am I short nine million got a
Short little Swiss bank account
Elliot got the number wrong
Where’s my presidential finding
What if my coverup fails
Who’ll be your national hero
Now that your national hero is
Gone, gone, he ducked back down the alley
With some roly poly little retired general
All along, along there was heroin and opium
There were coke running contras
Who just couldn’t say no
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A man walks down the street
Street in a strange world
Maybe it’s the third world
Maybe it’s country one or country two
He doesn’t speak the language
But he holds lots of currency
He is a foreign man
He is surrounded by advisers who advise him
of mercenaries in the marketplace
They’re fillin up the orphanages
He looks around, around he sees
Commies in his hemisphere
They’re taking Nicaragua
He says that’s my Nicaragua!
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