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Name the song, and the Albumn It originally appeared on.

First you learn the native custom

Soon a word of Spanish or two

You know that you cannot trust them

Cause they know they can't trust you

Expatriated American feelin' so all alone

Telling themselves the same lies

that they told themselves back home

Name the song, and the Albumn It originally appeared on.

Hey hey, Gardner McKay, take us on the leaky Tiki with you

Clear skies bound for Shanghai, sailin' on the ocean blue

Now I got quarters in my loafers tryin' to fight inflation

When it only used to take a cent

Sometimes I wish I was back in my crashpad days before I knew what cash flow meant

Seems everybody's joggin' or heavy into health ****

Don't tell me that I ought to get rolffed

'Cause I love cajun martinis and playin' afternoon golf

Name the song, and the Albumn It originally appeared on.

Now I’m a reader of the night sky

And a singer of inordinate tunes

That’s how I float across time

Livin’ way past my prime

Like a long lost baby’s balloon

So I hang on to the string

Work that whole gravity thing

But when my spaceship goes pop

Back to the earth I will drop

Into the sea or the limbs of a tree

Or the wings of my love

Name the song, and the Albumn It originally appeared on.

Telephone begins to ring

That could only be one call

I might as well be on the moon

Standin' in the shower stall

I can't believe she picked it up

She didn't know the rules somehow

And then I hear her say hello-hello

Panic in the grey room now

Jesus if I had to quit tonight

She'd kill me whether I was wrong or right

But that's just what you get

You got to go the distance

Name the song, and the Albumn It originally appeared on.

Pay phones all were ringing as the crowd went roarin' by

Lovely dancers swaying to an island lullaby

Beside the southern ocean taking stock of what's to be

Writing you this letter that you'll probably never see

Name the song, and the Albumn It originally appeared on.

Well, the lord made me on a long thin limb

Made sure I'd remember him

Or her in the middle of a long, dark night

Creation crazy, death sheet white

Made in the image of a lion shocked lamb

I am who the hell I am

Ever better, bad to worse

Name the song, and the Albumn It originally appeared on.

My garden is filled with papayas and mangos

My life is a mixture of reggaes and tangos

Taste for the good life, I can live it no other way

While out on the beach there are two empty chairs

That say more than the people who ever sit there

Because they aren't doing me a darned bit of good.

I mean, they eat shrimp. And shrimp makes flamingos pink, right?

Why am I wearing these funny pants?

My friends all drive Porches. I must make amends.

Dare to be stupid!

Sure, they crawl around an scurry. Yeah they're always on the run. But a rat sure like a good time just like you and me. Right?

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They make a nice couple, Stitch and Nuku Nuku. They have a lot in common.

They are both artificially created life forms.

They are both fuctioning in a manner not as they were designed for.

They both seem to envoke Murphy's Law more than average.

They were both created by scientists of dubious intelligence.

So I ask again:

Match made in heaven?

One night stand?

Handshake good-night?