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Your meat's gone bad, but you serve it cold |
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Waitress got her pants on the donkey |
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But tiger told her to get tighter |
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Maybe you should smoke cigar, |
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Then you could fill up a room |
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When I was a kid my hobby was killing flies |
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Wearing pearls and rabbit ears, |
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I carried a plastic gun |
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Now it's passed lo, these many years |
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And you can't take step one |
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I've been hiding out in houses that have never been seen |
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I've been coming back from places where you've never been |
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Yellow kid, he's a big thing |
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Walking sound and strutting stink |
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Out walking and I wouldn't stop |
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With the long gong rich to thank |
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Gonna dump the supply on the bald lips and blanks |
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Sucking chum and a bummin' change |
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Wiping cream on his mange |
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The axe fell from the big desk, and I was double parked |
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Outside of juvenile court, and you were trapped inside |
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You like to have someone tell you what to do |
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Whether you do it or not. |
