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Pucker up and kiss the asphalt now…
Thankfully no one can hear me sing this in my office.
Tom Waits - Singapore
We sail tonight for Singapore
Take your blankets from the floor
Wash your mouth out by the door
The whole town is made of iron ore
Every witness turns to steam
They all become Italian dreams
Fill your pockets up with earth
Get yourself a dollar’s worth
Away boys, away, boys, heave away
