Tomorrow was just like yesterday, I had to get away
Dressed up in our prom dresses and drove down the avenue
Let's go to the broiler, but we couldn't find a parking space
And it seems as there's no room for us
"So, what'll it be?" will just have to do
We left the place, we left the napkins, not an apple juice child
Beggar asked to score a dime, you wouldn't know was petrified
We drove up to get you, buried in a panic stateroom cave
Shе turned the record ovеr
We drove to the southeast to meet another at a coffee house
It's crowded and one clarinet sounded throughout our stay
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