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(Brooker / Reid) My amazon six-triggered bride now searching for a place to hide still sees the truth quite easily but shrouds all else in mystery while madmen in top hats and tails impale themselves on six-inch nails and some Arabian also-ran impersonates a watering can Some Santa Claus-like face of note entreats my ears to set afloat my feeble sick and weary brain and I am overcome with shame and hide inside my overcoat and hurriedly begin to quote while some Arabian sheikh most grand impersonates a hot-dog stand The Red Cross ambulance outside can only mean that I must hide 'til dusk and finally the night when I will make a hasty flight across the sea and far away to where the weary exiles stay and some Arabian oil-well impersonates a padded cell Aus Songtexte Mania