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Phillips Grant Lee Virginia Creeper

Drunk on the blood of a hero?s welcome, babe Ringin? in the year with a ticker tape parade While the motorcade is stretched from First to Main Calamity

no tailights there for miles And nothin? much but static on the radio Wasn?t lookin? to the left Wasn?t lookin? to the right Just kept walking? like Virginia

Hey, she?s a piratey soul Full a' vinagar and glitter She is a song of her own From down the wrong end of the river Wild, like the lily-a-passion Have

You're the last of your kind, Mona Lisa With a wink of your eye, Ya make it all right Oh there's more left to life, Mona Lisa Let me take you along

Aint nobody there to step on the brakes Lit up like Tijauna city carnival lights Mmm, why somebody better pull up the shades Hey, hey, hey , second time