When I was hoppin' freights and makin' payments on the farm Here between the angels and the deep blue sea You were runnin', laughin', growin' sheltered
love each other. That's because none of us got any love in our childhood. And that's show biz, Kid. [Roxie Hart and comapny] She's giving up here humdrum
's so bad My grateful gift to you Is yowl, yowl, yowl, yowl, yowl yowl, yowl, yowl, yowl, yowl 'Til you're down to my level Swine Flu Swine Flu My childhood
