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Heywood Banks

"Phillip Pharr"

There was a man named Phillip Pharr
Who knew he'd never win
Running from the law
He had lived a life of sin
He had tried the boxing ring
But it gave him the cramps
And all he ever liked to do
Was just collecting stamps

Phillip Pharr
Phillip Pharr
Where did you go wrong?
You’re a fatalist, pugilist, fugitive philatelist
And this is your song

He had an innocent look about him
But nasty things he’d mutter
And the noises he’d make while asleep
Would make the whole house shudder
He worked at the cuc*mber processing plant
Six days nine to five
But to try to make ends meet
He’d bartend on the side

Phillip Pharr
Phillip Pharr
Where did you go wrong?
You’re a wide-eyed, snide-snoring, pickle packing, liquor pouring
Fatalist, pugilist, fugitive philatelist
And this is your song

Everybody knew
He could write with either hand
But he was really skinny
‘Cause food he couldn’t stand
He would get out of bed at night
And walk ‘round in his sleep
And give away his money
To the people in the street

Phillip Pharr
Phillip Pharr
Where did you go wrong?
You’re an ambidextrous, anorexic, somnambulist philanthropist
Wide-eyed, snide-snoring, pickle packing, liquor pouring
Fatalist, pugilist, fugitive philatelist
And this is your song

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