I was riding on a concrete slab,
Down a river of useless flab.
It was such a beautiful day.
I heard a witchdoctor say,
"I'll turn you into a toadstool"

I'm looking for the joke with a microscope.

A muscle twitch, an auto swerves.
You want to speak, you lose your nerve.
Infinity throws you a curve,
Dumps you in shit you don't deserve.
As life roars by you in a blur,
Leaves you murmuring a dirty word.

A page out of a comic book,
A chicken hanging on a hook,
A reverie, a babbling brook,
A sermonette, a TV's cook.
Shaking my hand at your fake head.
A suicide, a certain look.

A microphone, a blues guitar,
Heaps of feeling near and far,
Stupidity, a mental scar,
Cruel cruelty, oh cruelty.
Harboring no inspiration.
An alchoholic at the bar,
Every insult goes to far.

I was pissing on the desert sands,
When the desert whispered to me,
It said, "isn't this a shame?
Things will never be the same..."
I've learned this gets me so edgy.

Now I'm looking for the joke with a microscope.

I was a teenage dinosaur;
stoned and obsolete.
I didn't get fucked and I didn't get kissed,
I got so fucking pissed.
Using my head for an ashtray.

Now I'll tell you who I am.
I'm the Repo-Man.

And I'm looking for the joke.
Yeah, I'm looking for the joke.
I'm looking for the joke.
looking for the joke.
looking for the joke.
Looking for the joke with a microscope.
I'm the repo repo repo repo repo repo man.
I'm the repo repo repo repo repo repo man.
repo repo repo repo repo man...

-From the "Repo-Man" soundtrack (c) 1984

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