I've got a story, a story to tell,
It's basted with lemon and wine;
It's rather gory, as gory as hell,
So I've wrapped it with leather and twine.
I told it one night, one night in a box,
To otters with banjos and flutes.
Then one picked a fight, a fight with a fox,
With a passion for custom-made suits.
The next time I told it, I told it from spite,
To a man made of cobwebs and foam;
He asked me to fold it, to fold it up tight,
And to send it to Caesar in Rome.
And now I am here, I'm here all alone,
And trying to remember it all...
It started with beer, with beer and a scone,
But the rest I just cannot recall.
cha-cha-cha,
--Riff
"My briefcase - nice, isn't it? Department issue. 100 percent human babyhide."
--Phillip K. Dick, _Do Androids Dream Of Electric Sheep?_
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