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We're talking influence and we're painting with a traitor's brush We jam on turnstiles and we're waiting for the human thrush We lit the pom-poms on the Westside and we turned to go Took symphony in the river, washed it down the river, no! Odd walking odd walking man Odd walking odd walking man Odd walking odd walking man Odd walking odd walking man Who walks funny Odd walking odd walking man Odd walking odd walking man Odd walking odd walking man Odd walking odd walking man There's nothing like a pack of niners psychedelic flow There's no one like the who's wild with a forty-four We take it to the top of the hill Ride until the sun comes up Odd walking odd walking man Odd walking odd walking man Odd walking odd walking man Odd walking odd walking man Yeah I know a king who sat up on the throne Surrounded by junk and everything he used to own This shit is easy, it's hard getting my picks It's not the junk I throw away It's about the junk I fix Odd walking odd walking man Odd walking odd walking man Odd walking odd walking man Odd walking odd walking man |