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Houdini was born in the bosom
of St Germain
he could lift giant stones with his teeth
and some leather showed
It was time for the flower show, my son
automobiles purred in the Antilles
this monster of the black arts who was not only fictitious
but something of a stock broker
actually a bellhop who could peer back
through time and find the man's removable eye
but who's counting?
Then out of the mysterious lake came Lizard born
his ideas pierced the center of all thought
at that moment you were turning on the light
and you saw me in that beautiful garment
you lovely with grapes in your mouth
but why the hell is it called the rock n roll rose?
some things so beautiful are called such stupid things
when leaning backward on your couch
a rose is a rose is a rose
so rise a erase a rose