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    Zoo Lion sobers up and starts to scream and shout
    A little dose of home-fire got him all smoothed out
    Melancholy wine-soaked tenderness
    She hated it here and she couldn't care less

    Prisonyard stares and fleur-de-lis tattoos
    Cannibals are saving all their bones for soup
    Eating with my fingers and sucking hulls of ships
    My parasite don't deserve no better than this

    The Golden Rim Motor Inn
    Soft water and colour TV
    So confused with the shape I'm in
    Can't enjoy the luxury

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    She says,"Why are you partial to that Playboy con?
    When you can see me naked anytime you want?"
    If I had loads o' mondy to make me tame and sour
    I could pay you to remind of my baby by the hour

    Zoo Lion sobers up and starts to scream and shout
    A little dose of home-fire got him all smoothed out
    If this is where it all starts getting good
    Then I'll be here waiting for you, like I said I would

    The Golden Rim Motor Inn
    Soft water and a colour TV
    So confused with the shape I'm in
    Can't enjoy the luxury
    The Luxury

    Song details

    Composition: Bobby Baker, Gordon Downie, Johnny Fay, Paul Joseph Langlois, and Gord Sinclair

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