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A relic from the Toronto days — Saturday (?) nights at the Cloak and Dagger on College with Erika Werry and Jimmy Dowling. I think it was Saturdays… Forgive me — that part of my brain is strangely bourbon-soaked.

Ah, Jimmy. I miss him like fuck. “Biscuit Tins” is still one of the best songs I’ve heard. Check it out on his MySpace page.

Somebody steal my car
Somebody steal my car
It’s out there on the street looking good enough to eat
Somebody steal my car

Somebody steal my car
Somebody steal my car
It’s the cherry Pontiac with the dog hair in the back
Out there on the street looking good enough to eat
Somebody steal my car

Now you might think it strange
You might think me deranged
That I should want it stolen so
But I’m short on spare change
So I’m trying to arrange
An influx of insurance dough

Somebody steal my car
Somebody steal my car
Now that I have your trust I should say there’s a little rust
On the cherry Pontiac with the dog hair in the back
That’s out there on the street looking good enough to eat
Somebody steal my car

Now you might think it strange
You might think me deranged
That I should want it stolen so
But I’m short on spare change
So I’m trying to arrange
An influx of insurance dough

Somebody steal my car
Somebody steal my car
Though I really must confess that the engine is a mess
And now I’ve got your trust I should say there’s a little rust
On the cherry Pontiac with the dog hair in the back
That’s out there on the street looking good enough to eat
Somebody steal my car
Aw, you can have it
Here’s the keys! Just take my car!