Three for a dollar, six for a dime,
I've got to have a talk with that girl of mine,
Driving me every which way but sane,
I want to get that feeling again.
Now, I'm just sitting, watching TV,
With the plug pulled out, there ain't much to see.
Think about the way things used to be.
Think about monkeys in a monkey tree.
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She gets on my case when I'm feeling high,
But she brings me up when I think [I'll die
