Nazz - Look, Harvey, a Crab! текст песни

Got into town on the 445
I could hardly wait to arrive
Local yokel hippies start performing their tricks
I try to make it out on the 446

Luxurious accommodations, room and board
But I take no anger until I fall on the floor
Baskets, sea shells, anything became my bed
The local yokels and Jeanie jumped in just the same now