Lewis Furey

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I'm fresh outa cornflakes, I'm on the rocks,
I want a diploma fast from the school of hard knocks.
It seems that I'm down to my very last dime,
Should I dial a prayer or the perfect crime?

You ask me what I'm doing, hell I'm waiting in the dark -
I'm fresh outa limos or I'd cruise in the park.
Fresh out of plane tickets or I'd make it to France.
I'm fresh outa chicken or I'd try romance.

Casting Casting
for the thoroughly improbable,
the pactically impossible
Oo oo oo a body's got to try
to find that something makes him officially high.

Wild wild horses am I out of them too?
There's no more bickie-juice in the stew –
I've been fresh outa deamons since pa died
You can't get much fun with God always on your side

Casting for love,
the unlikely, the improbable.
Casting for love,
the pactically impossible.
Oo oo oo a body's got to try
To find that something makes him officially high.

Ca, ca ca casting
So brave!

Let me hear you say jazz, send it out on the wire;
I want more elixer, wann play with fire
Madame Chose, can you get me some?
Little Miss Thing, I'm on a hot run

Casting Casting
for the thoroughly improbable
the pactically impossible
Oo oo oo a body's got to try
To find that something makes him high.

Casting for love,
the unlikely, the improbable.
Casting for love,
the pactically impossible.
Oo oo oo a body's got to try
To find that something makes him officially high.