Well they paid him the advance,
And waited for the book.
But the writer didn't care none,
No he didn't give a F. F. F. F.
Fortune squandered,
He's drugged up bad.
They called him insane,
The called him a fag.

Somewhere in the city,
Unanswered prayers.
Somewhere in the city,
One man, one man dared.
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He's got 'em searching the attic,
And tearing down walls.
Emptying cupboards,
And ripping up floors.
I know it's here,
A secret told.
I'll tell ya it's true man,
It's literate gold.

Slurring speech,
In interviews.
Looking a little fat.
Bloodshot eyes,
Don't forget the hat.
I know it's here,
A secret told.
I tell ya' it's true man,
Only he knows,
Only he knows,
Only he knows where to bulldoze.