Young Agent Jones: Music & Lyrics

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I have given much thought
To ways to get loose
From you and the noose
That you've dropped round my goose
Yeah, you've cooked it with style

I could fake death
With some raw chunks of meat
Pour ketchup on me
I could lie in some pee
Stick my tongue out and glare

I could dress in tight clothes
And hang out with big guys named Barry
With chests that are hairy
You'd start to get wary
Drop me off like a fairy

I could shave my head
And grow a handlebar moustache
Buy guns from trunks with cash
Stow them call it my stash
You'd think I was white trash

I could ignore you,
When we are in public
It might make you frantic
It's not a smart tactic
It could work but I doubt it

I'll probably run
Dye my hair and believe me
You won't ever find me
I'll hide in Milwaukee
Be safe from your stalking