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Concordia, Entre Rios

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 My muscle's twitching on your words If you're on the streets you lose your nerves Divinity throws you a curve Sticks you and then you go beserk Abhoaring no inspiration I'm looking for the joke with a microscope Page out of a comic book A chicken hanging on a hook A river and a babbling brook A sermon and a teenage hook Shaking my hand at your fake face A suicide a certain look A microphone a loose guitar People feeling near and far Stupidity a mental scar Put cruel into