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Almost time for Billy Joel . . .

They come from Virginia but don’t know the way
Those damn Uber drivers are makin’ me wait
They’re not like the taxis from 1958
Whose drivers were much more astute

You might’ve heard I run with a one percent crowd
We’re all kinda pretty - no you’re not allowed!
If you think that I’m self-centered, well just turn it down
To criticism I am immune

But I do hope that you’ll die soon
That's what I said
I do hope that you’ll die soon
I hope that you’ll die soon