"Services" is the nineteenth track from the album Free Flight Thru the Universe of Sound by Southern Fried Swing.
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!!! = Purposeful gibberish
Services, services, alright now
The services are ???
And that's when I said:
Build your own castle and live in the sky
My, little guy, come by and
Sell me all the hotdogs from the truck
The little Mexican truck, now
Plan your trip so carefully you can bring
Commercials and sing them to your children all day
I hated sand, 'till I blew my hand off
And I, and I was happy then, alright
And stipulate the treaty
The terms will be atrocious
You will not like them, but
You must comply
Sandwiches are a treaty go
The girls will dance and men will know
Who will win? Who'll win?
No one knows, perhaps no one will
That would be okay with me, yeah, ooh
Ashley recognizes ashes
Now let's see your righty