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Brave New World

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  • Baby's busy hiding in the bassinet
    Wonderin' if the third world war started yet
    I told her I was pulling up and heading west
    She said she would have come, but she was overdressed
    I sent a picture postcard of a Midwest bank
    She wrote me that she showed it to her new friend Frank
    Who noticed in the window of the 19th floor
    A guy my age about to prove that man can't soar
    He would also like to know
    If I could just check around before I left this town
    For slow-mo footage of the tumbledown
    So this may not be my best day
    But this ain't no golden age
    You looked pretty on the freeway
    Let's drive into the brave new world
    A van pulled up and someone offered me a ride
    The driver lost the map, but he was terrified
    Everybody whispering to save his pride
    Said, "Son, would you be kind enough to be our guide?"
    The driver yelled, "The one in back already tried
    His memory is rusty and his vision tied"
    Glasses and a lubricant were by his side
    But the tin man was inanimate, the lion lied
    Did not want to see me go
    But I did not want to be another musketeer
    'Cause the gas runs out before the van's in gear
    Please don't hit me if I do say
    But this ain't no golden age
    And you looked so pretty on the freeway
    Let's drive into the brave new world
    Buster and his company look good in black
    They're looking for a way out of the cul-de-sac
    Tearing through the phone book and the almanac
    They all have dusty noses 'cause they sniff shellac
    Finally found the number of a matador
    Who rode up in a Beemer with a pricey whore
    But Buster wasn't quick enough, he'd lock the door
    And rode off sayin' he'd be back before the war
    By then the night was falling slow
    And I did not want to stick around and just look old
    When I saw you pulling onto my soft shoulder
    This may not be my best day (This may not)
    But this ain't no golden age
    You looked pretty on the freeway
    Let's drive into the brave new world
    Please don't hit me if I do say
    But this ain't no golden age
    And you looked so pretty on the freeway
    Let's drive into the brave new world
  • Baby's busy hiding in the bassinet
    Wonderin' if the third world war started yet
    I told her I was pulling up and heading west
    She said she would have come, but she was overdressed
    I sent a picture postcard of a Midwest bank
    She wrote me that she showed it to her new friend Frank
    Who noticed in the window of the 19th floor
    A guy my age about to prove that man can't soar
    He would also like to know
    If I could just check around before I left this town
    For slow-mo footage of the tumbledown
    So this may not be my best day
    But this ain't no golden age
    You looked pretty on the freeway
    Let's drive into the brave new world
    A van pulled up and someone offered me a ride
    The driver lost the map, but he was terrified
    Everybody whispering to save his pride
    Said, "Son, would you be kind enough to be our guide?"
    The driver yelled, "The one in back already tried
    His memory is rusty and his vision tied"
    Glasses and a lubricant were by his side
    But the tin man was inanimate, the lion lied
    Did not want to see me go
    But I did not want to be another musketeer
    'Cause the gas runs out before the van's in gear
    Please don't hit me if I do say
    But this ain't no golden age
    And you looked so pretty on the freeway
    Let's drive into the brave new world
    Buster and his company look good in black
    They're looking for a way out of the cul-de-sac
    Tearing through the phone book and the almanac
    They all have dusty noses 'cause they sniff shellac
    Finally found the number of a matador
    Who rode up in a Beemer with a pricey whore
    But Buster wasn't quick enough, he'd lock the door
    And rode off sayin' he'd be back before the war
    By then the night was falling slow
    And I did not want to stick around and just look old
    When I saw you pulling onto my soft shoulder
    This may not be my best day (This may not)
    But this ain't no golden age
    You looked pretty on the freeway
    Let's drive into the brave new world
    Please don't hit me if I do say
    But this ain't no golden age
    And you looked so pretty on the freeway
    Let's drive into the brave new world