When I met Olive from Oregon I knew that God had sent her I had my ass hanging out & a 'Johnny' on, she worked at the Imaging Center I needed a scan for the Big 'C' man, if you follow what I mean 'Cuz my gastroEnteredYa'rologist was quite concerned by the test results he'd seen My gastroenterologist was quite concerned by the test results he'd seen (But Olive from Oregon was more Caring than Concerned, more Helpful than Professional) She helped me onto the bed of the Machine her hands were warm & her scrubs were clean She smelled like the country and wholesome things - amber, vanilla, front porch swings I'll take a CAT Scan every day though it's a thousand times worse than a Chext S-Ray She brushes against me as she makes her preparations - I really don't mind all the deadly radiation The news was bad but I didn't blame Olive she did the best she could So I went for a drink at the Langosta Lounge I figured it would do me good I met a girl named February said she had sisters named April, May & June She drank sloe gin, had a lazy eye I said “I think I got cancer” - I was drinking Blue Moons She said “you're a decent dancer … we're all gonna die … and we're all gonna be dead soon” February could be depressing. And I said “I got a lot more I'd like to do before I die … write a book, make a film, learn to be a better dancer … have kid, get rich … all things considered I hope I really don't have cancer.” I said “you know February I've tried religion and philosophy and they didn't work too good for me. I guess I'm still looking for an answer … I really hope I don't have cancer.”

The Seaside Fire tore through the Seaside NJ Boardwalk soon after it had been extensively rebuilt & renovated following Superstorm Sandy's ravaging of the area.

CHORUS: Sit right down for another true Story Sit right down for another true Tale Torn from the pages of the ordinary / At Joe Harvard’s Rummage Sale VERSE 1: Once I sold weed and made a fortune Doubled that, and spent it twice I wish that I had kept a portion Having money – sure was nice [repeat:] Having money – sure was nice CHORUS ... closets open skeltinventory, at ... REPEAT VERSE 1 & CHORUS + My appetites were my misfortune and so I paid an awful price REPEAT VERSE 1 & CHORUS ... some get the Hole and some get the Glory, at ... Fine when my girlfriend makes her corn bread Fine when my fiancée French fries but My ex-wifes all-organic pies / Turn out to be Anarchists or some kind of Alchemist spies! One of these days I’m gonna learn to bake One of these days I’m gonna learn to bake What’s goin’ on in the kitchen? What’s goin’ on in the Country? What’s goin’ down in Washington, DC? One of these days you better learn to bake [repeat] REPEAT VERSE 1 & CHORUS Torn from the pages of the ordinary / Some get the Hole some get the Glory / Closets open skeletinventoy [retard:] Some get the hole and some get the glory at JH’s Rummage Sale … at Joe Harvard’s Rummage Sale