[00:00.06]Brookerreid
[00:00.15]My amazon six triggered bride
[00:21.63]Now searching for a place to hide
[00:28.77]Still sees the truth quite easily
[00:35.64]But shrouds all else in mystery
[00:41.37]While madmen in top hats and tails
[00:49.86]Impale themselves on six inch nails
[00:56.04]And some arabian also ran
[01:03.36]Impersonates a watering can
[01:25.29]Some santa claus like face of note
[01:32.01]Entreats my ears to set afloat
[01:37.95]My feeble sick and weary brain
[01:44.67]And I am overcome with shame
[01:51.39]And hide inside my overcoat
[01:58.83]And hurriedly begin to quote
[02:04.71]While some arabian sheikh most grand
[02:12.12]Impersonates a hot dog stand
[02:34.62]The red cross ambulance outside
[03:45.18]Can only mean that I must hide
[03:52.23]'Til dusk and finally the night
[03:58.17]When I will make a hasty flight
[04:04.98]Across the sea and far away
[04:11.88]To where the weary exiles stay
[04:18.06]And some arabian oil well
[04:25.32]Impersonates a padded cell