she said her name bojangles and she danced a lick, across the cell;
she grabbed her pants and favorite stance, oh, she jumped so high, and then she clicked her heels;
she let go a laugh, she let go a laugh, shook back her clothes all around;
ms. bojangles, ms. bojangles, dance • mb:ngdb [now imagine it sung spooky-slow by radiohead or creepy-perky like the flaming lips.
oh yeah, and the spider? she's the pipes.
perspective.] farewell bend : oregon