Lyrics: Watermelon In Easter Hay

This is the central scrutinizer...Joe has just worked himself into an
imaginary frenzy during the fade- out of his imaginary song...He begins
to feel depressed now. He knows the end is near. He has realized at last
that imaginary guitar notes and imaginary vocals exist only in the
imagination of The Imaginer...and... ultimately, who gives a fuck anyway...
So...So... Excuse me...So...Who gives a fuck anyway? So he goes back to
his ugly little room and quietly dreams his last imaginary guitar solo...

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