Oswego 1994

A trip to the farmer’s market
on Bridge Street and First,
We need something to help us remember this summer:
No one really understands us.

On Bridge Street and First,
there’s so much to see.
No one really understands us:
two skulls, four letters. (Please.)

There’s so much to see!
God, the bead lady’s a trip.
“Two skulls, four letters please.”
(do you think she smokes pot?)

God, the bead lady’s a trip,
a trip to the farmer’s market.
Do you think she smokes pot?
We need something to help us remember this summer.

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