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Look At Us

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Found an old box in the bottom of the closet
'Neath the bowling ball bag full of magazines
Had a school sweater with a ring in the pocket
From my first cigar - man did I turn green
Hey honey come look at what I just found
This old picture of us when the carnival came to town

[Chorus:]
I was Superman, Tarzan
Thought I was a star in a rock 'n roll band
You were Lois Lane, Lady Jane
I wasn't very good
But you were the biggest fan of the man
That you're mamma warned you not to trust
Baby look at us

There's that bracelet I made you at your homecoming party
Bought a six-pack of Bud just to get the tabs
Took you home and you worely proudly
But I got in trouble when you showed your dad
Here's a speaker from the Dickson Drive-In show
What movie was playing we never did know

[Chorus:]
I was Superman, Tarzan
Thought I was a star in a rock 'n roll band
You were Lois Lane, Lady Jane
I wasn't very good
But you were the biggest fan of the man
That you're mamma warned you not to trust
Baby look at us


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