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The Cell Tower Blues
Well, I woke up this mornin',
rolled outta bed,
looked at mah honey,
who looked back and said,
"See out the window?
That steel-hard cell mast?
You give me summa dat,
or you've had your last."
I got the cell tower blues.
My woman thinks it's funny
to keep popping crotch fruit
like Energizer bunnies.
We got more kids than sense
and I'm sick to death of balling
but that damned cell phone tower
shows no signs of falling.
I got the cell tower blues,
and don't mind multiplying
but, lord, being fruitful,
is getting stupefying.
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