I was working down in Fresno, to the end of my endurance
Working for old Honest Al, who sold low-cost insurance
He'd call his wife each day at three, inquiring "What's for dinner?"
With the Cuisinart and the microwave, it always was a winner
But then one day he called his wife, and man, was it a bummer
She said she'd gone and left him for a hippie guitar strummer
"I've thrown away my high-heeled shoes, I will no longer need 'em
And bought a pair of Birkenstocks; I've never known such freedom
So goodbye to suburbia and the only life I've known
I've gone away forever - leave your message at the tone"
So Al got in his XKE, 'cause the Lincoln wouldn't handle
And went to retrieve his wifey dear and thus avoid a scandal
He drove and he drove down the interstate till he found them by the sea-O
They were chanting out their mantra, No Myo Harenge Kyo
"How could you leave your house and lawn, your bridge club and your baby
To run off in a microbus and risk a case of scabies?
I'll give to you a Betamax if you'll come home with me-O"
She shook her head and passed the pipe, and said, "Let's be a trio"
So Al put on a wide-brimmed hat, a poncho and some sandals
The three now live in Santa Cruz, quite happy making candles
Now there's a master. As far as I know, Mark and Susan are still in
Seattle, but it's been a long time since I've seen them.
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