Russell

All the air sucked out the room I'm living in

Now I'm forswearing the hustle

Come to mine and tell your tales of strange parades

Of strange parades

Of strange parades

Through the mullioned window, saw you type away

BASIC, FORTRAN, and in COBOL

In your snifter, soda laced with aspartame

With aspartame

With aspartame

Russell

Now I'm in the woods in Saratoga Springs

Writing hit songs about cars and girls

I'll thank you by name with my Grammy in my hands

In my hands

In my hands

Russell