Underneath a Mazda bulb sits Coconut Joe,
head buried in Tracy chez les coupeurs de têtes,
having an idea, brilliantly seeing why
the quonset huts where Tracy sang went slowly down,
gurgling, off Million Dollar Point: ‘Joe, Joe,
Coconut Joe, walks around like an NCO.’

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