Down In Denver, All I Did Was

The Unspeakable Visions Of The Individual.

And The Hippos Were Boiled In Their Tanks!

The Bus Roared On. I Was Going Home In October. Everybody Goes Home In October.

As I Grew Older I Became A Drunk. Why? Because I Like Ecstasy Of The Mind.

We Turned At A Dozen Paces, For Love Is A Duel, And Looked At Each Other For The Last Time.