The Incomparable Mr. Flannery Lyrics - Clutch

First we get some surgery 

Lose the kids then our identities 

But one thing I know for a fact 

Mustache stays right where it's at 

REO Speedwagon, Kansas to Boston 

My ankle bracelet, already gone and lost it 

Them Yellow Jackets 

Keep the tired man from slacking 

Stole my Camaro, primer gray 

Took my suitcase, all my pay 

Ain't got no taillights, grill full of fur 

How could you do this to me man so close to being cured? 

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We should get together and talk it over 

At the Detroiter, Delaware Destroyers, rocking with Dokken 

You front the money and I'll do all the talking 

Them Yellow Jackets keep the tired man from slacking 

Stole my Camaro, primer gray 

Took my suitcase, all my pay 

Ain't got no taillights, grill full of fur 

How could you do this to me man so close to being cured? 

Come a little closer, honey, I won't bite ya 

One more Lager and I might learn to like ya 

Stole my Camaro, primer gray 

Took my suitcase, all my pay 

Ain't got no taillights, grill full of fur 

How could you do this to me man so close to being cured? 

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Stole my Camaro, primer gray 

Took my suitcase, all my pay 

Ain't got no taillights, grill full of fur 

How could you do this to me man so close to being cured?