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Mixy Wixy was a small-time lover
No she never had nothing to prove
Hanging out with all the boys on the corner
Gettin' into things and feelin' her groove

It wasn't long before things got crazy
Lil' Mixy had a brush with the law
Ridin' down to the police station
In the backwoods of Cheraw

Some people cried and some they died
At the hands of the policeman
Thinkin' that somethin' just wasn't quite right
She began to devise a plan

She gathered up some string and a peacock feather
From the crack in the cop's back seat
With a whistle and a "BLAM" she came down on the man
Sweet Mixy just won't be beat

What can you do when your head is unglued
And the moment is passing you by?
Keep on believing or end up repeating
The same mistake twice

Poor ol' Rich got nothin' but an itch
To show for his battlescars
Livin' on booze, heroin and lies
He sleeps in the back of his car

Now one day ol' Rich starts a thinkin'
"How can I reach the sky?"
With a whistle and a "BLAM" he came up with a plan
Poor ol' Richard learned to fly

What can you do when your head is unglued
And the moment is passing you by?
You can keep on believing or end up repeating
The same mistake twice

One fine day Mixy met Rich
On the back of a greasy bus
With a whistle and a "BLAM" there was love in their hands
They wrote a song for the rest of us (it goes something like this...)