Russell

	All the air sucked out the room I'm living in
	Now I'm forswearing the hustle
	Come to mine and tell your tales of strange parades
	Of strange parades
	Of strange parades
	Through the mullioned window, saw you type away
	BASIC, FORTRAN, and in COBOL
	In your snifter, soda laced with aspartame
	With aspartame
	With aspartame
	Russell
	Now I'm in the woods in Saratoga Springs
	Writing hit songs about cars and girls
	I'll thank you by name with my Grammy in my hands
	In my hands
	In my hands
	Russell