Yeah, New York City, he had to get out of there, and San Francisco, well, I don't know, and then to LA, where he spent about a day, he thought even the pale sky-stars, were smart enough to keep away, from LA! Meanwhile Larry made up names for the ladies, like Miss Boo! And Miss Quick! He stockpiled weapons and took pot shots at the air, he feasted on their lovely bodies like a lunatic, wrapped himself up in their soft yellow hair.
Dig yourself, Lazarus! Dig yourself, Lazarus! Dig yourself, Lazarus! (dig yourself back in that whole), I want you to dig!