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The Incomparable Mr. Flannery Video (MV)






Clutch - The Incomparable Mr. Flannery Lyrics




First we get some surgery,
Lose the kids then our identities.
But one thing I know for a fact, Moustache stays right where its at.
REO Speedwagon, Kansas to Boston.
My ankle bracelet, already gone and lost it.
Them yellow jackets keep the tired man from slacking.

Stole my Camaro, primer gray.
Took my suitcase, all my pay.
Ain't got no taillights, grill full of fur.
How could you do this to a man so close to being cured?

We should get together and talk it over
At the Detroiter.
Delaware Destroyers, rocking with Dokken.
You front the money and I'll do all the talking.
Them yellow jackets keep the tired man from slacking.

Stole my Camaro, primer gray.
Took my suitcase, all my pay.
Stole my Camaro, primer gray.
Took my suitcase, all my pay.
Ain't got no taillights, grill full of fur.
How could you do this to a man so close to being cured?

Come a little closer honey, I won't bite ya.
One more lager and I might learn to like ya.

Stole my Camaro, primer gray.
Took my suitcase, all my pay.
Stole my Camaro, primer gray.
Took my suitcase, all my pay.
Ain't got no taillights, grill full of fur.
How could you do this to a man so close to being cured?
Ain't got no taillights, grill full of fur.
How could you do this to a man so close to being cured?
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First we get some surgery,
Lose the kids then our identities.
But one thing I know for a fact, Moustache stays right where its at.
REO Speedwagon, Kansas to Boston.
My ankle bracelet, already gone and lost it.
Them yellow jackets keep the tired man from slacking.

Stole my Camaro, primer gray.
Took my suitcase, all my pay.
Ain't got no taillights, grill full of fur.
How could you do this to a man so close to being cured?

We should get together and talk it over
At the Detroiter.
Delaware Destroyers, rocking with Dokken.
You front the money and I'll do all the talking.
Them yellow jackets keep the tired man from slacking.

Stole my Camaro, primer gray.
Took my suitcase, all my pay.
Stole my Camaro, primer gray.
Took my suitcase, all my pay.
Ain't got no taillights, grill full of fur.
How could you do this to a man so close to being cured?

Come a little closer honey, I won't bite ya.
One more lager and I might learn to like ya.

Stole my Camaro, primer gray.
Took my suitcase, all my pay.
Stole my Camaro, primer gray.
Took my suitcase, all my pay.
Ain't got no taillights, grill full of fur.
How could you do this to a man so close to being cured?
Ain't got no taillights, grill full of fur.
How could you do this to a man so close to being cured?
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Writer: DAN MAINES, JEAN-PAUL GASTER, MICHAEL SCHAUER, NEIL FALLON, RICHARD TIMOTHY SULT
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management

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