Sitting On a Barbed Wire Fence (Studio Outtake - 1965)

I paid fifteen million dollars, twelve hundred and seventy-two cents

I paid one thousand two hundred twenty-seven dollars and fifty-five cents

See my hound dog bite a rabbit

And my football's sittin' on a barbed-wire fence

Well, my temperature rises and my feet don't walk so fast

Yes, my temperature rises and my feet don't walk so fast

Well, this Arabian doctor came in, gave me a shot

But wouldn't tell me if what I had would last

Well, this woman I've got, she's filling me with her drive

Yes, this woman I've got, she's thrillin' me with her hive

She's calling me Stan

Or else she calls me Mister Clive

Of course, you're gonna think this song is a riff

I know you're gonna think this song is a cliff

Unless you've been inside a tunnel

And fell down 69, 70 feet over a barbed-wire fence

All night!