Two cans in my couch
And I still am restless
Its Saturday
My legs want out
My head wants out too
The allure of Metro beckons
The attraction intoxicating
My legs begin to wobble
I must go now
I succumb, ungladly so I think
Called back to the organized
Noise of the Metro
Called back to the jazz night
Or is it Interstellar Funkateers
I must oblige
Go now I must
Akuma Reggae band too
They too lay claim to my soul
Positively tormented i am
Go now son, go!
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