Riding with Miss Lizzy,
Feeling all dizzy.
Sitting on my buns,
Cursing all the nuns.
Haven't reached that far,
Just cruising a lil over an hour.
We wanted to be together,
Figuring whether it would be forever.
We started in our teens,
And still its difficult to sell some beans.
Happy are we,
Cause between us we don't have any whisky.
We want us to live,
Cause theres so much we have to give.
Now we are old,
And we don't possess any more gold.
This was life,
And I'm glad I had my wife.
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