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He had a haircut like Martin Van Burren
Sideburns way down his chin
He wore a smokin' jacket
like Hugh Hefner always did
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And in the throes of winter when everything is slow,
Warm whiskey at fourteen below he traded in
That snow for Mexico
Turntable turnin', no sound
Breakfast burning southbound
Take out the whiskey and pass the jars around
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And from the rooftops the hollers came,
40 pesos for a friendly game
Unbroken horses and women just as tame
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