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Dry cleaning ray,
At the end of the day,
Always knows what to say,
Always knows what to play
It's the same old song
With the same old bits
Thirty years without a hit.
Dry cleaning ray
Says he's wasting away,
Feeling red turn to grey,
Watching overcoats fray.
It's the same old thing
It's the same old shit
Thirty years without a hit.