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Hospital Drive-In Motel   

This ain’t no uptown state –
You’re just one of those
West End boys from downtown.
Here, you don’t get no proper provisions –
You don’t get no Sky TV,
No good magazines for free.
We’ll give you food,
No waffles piled up,
No cue ball,
No pyjamas for free,
No good working showers.
Wait til you get to the East Side –
Git yo provisions tidy then.