[A lotta lottery]

A lotta lottery, Kemosabe! Gotta they go and they
stop. So hundred I gotta burn my life. Forgot a lot
of earth, forget a lot of this. Make my shoe size,
shoe-sized shoe ain't gonna do my time, but you
do. A blah-blah-blah wish that sings.

Open up and open wide — six or seven words I
used to know in syllables and spades. Two times
the notion — two times the two and twice. It's a
good got, my paper — it was turned around and
weighty. Over there and over again.

Yeah, I could've swollen a sure surrender, a short
shot. Heat up the blow-drier, I'm on my way home.