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