dog years: I am seersucker suit, white bucks I am in a seersucker suit on a train to Baltimore. I stop to look at my cigar, it's so good, and you laugh at me. Tonight I'll be so drunk I'll wash my hair in the harbor and you'll reach down and pull me up. In eleven months, we will answer the phone on July 4th and you'll be dead in Atlanta, wearing my seersucker suit and white bucks.
