A Man Named Scar
I met a man the other day and he was a bit bizarreWhen I asked him his name he told me to call him Scar
He wears raggedy clothes and drives a Cadilac car
This man keeps all of his money in an old pickle jar
He's from out of town and looking for the nearest bar
Told me he drinks all day while smoking his big cigars
He drives to Hollywood so he could see the stars
Then he just sits on the Boulevard playing his black guitar
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