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On Lushington Avenue

from Squirt, Rubber Heart by Al Duvall

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My father sure neglected me
All he gave me was just a trust fund
So I wouldn’t stay on his country estate
In the manor to which I’m accustomed
I left with just some pocket change
Seven million, maybe less
Would you like to hear my tragic tale?
Would you like to hear it? Yes.

Oh, what fine spirits I’m in
I’m singing in the bathtub gin
I’m slumming round in old New York
And I black up with a champagne cork
Oh unemployment suits me fine
And I know why no winos whine
Just boozing up and blacking out
In the town that I call mine
The city’s skyline looks to me like bottles on a rack
I drink my way from north to south then somehow I get back
Oh New York really has it all
From Sammy’s to Paresis Hall
Driven on by rum demonical
Here’s an alcoholic chronicle
Seen through my shotglass monocle
On Lushington Avenue

A chilly room up in an attic
Oh honey isn’t it rheumatic
Just a window shade to greet the dawn
And a floor to hang my clothes upon
Though comforts I don’t have as such
I’ve got loads of money I can’t touch
And the sweet milk of amnesia
Prevents me from regretting much
I know I must grow up and drink in social clubs one day
When father dies, but then where there’s a will there is a way
The world revolves around this town
That’s how it seems when I lie down
And my stomach’s raw and racked with pain
Battered by the amber waves of grain
But I rise and hit the skids again
On Lushington Avenue

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from Squirt, Rubber Heart, released June 1, 2011

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