Fluffhead — текст песни (Phish)


Fluffhead was a man
With a horrible disease
Could not find no cure
Won`t you help him if you please?

Fluff came to my door / Fluff came to New York (two parts)
Askin` me for change
His eyes were clear and pure
But his mind was so deranged

Fluff went to a banker
Askin` for some bills
The banker said, I ain`t got that
But I sure got some powerful pills.



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