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Shattering song chattering along. |
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Birds scatter as the people gathered and the sun barked back the moon. |
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Grandma was washing the laundry today |
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And Gramps brushed his teeth with a spoon |
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Ohhhh |
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Shattering song, chattering along. |
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Old Rob Johnson the (?) he played, |
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The hamster he sits at the top, |
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Came to the surface my nose had been bleeding, |
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Our frequencies they took a drop |
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Ohh shattering song... chattering along |
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The keenest nose it is often said, |
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The tweeker is often the impotent man |
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Turn turn the butter churn, strike a match and watch it burn |
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Turn turn the butter churn, strike a match and watch it burn |
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Turn turn the butter churn, strike a match and watch it burn |
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Turn turn the butter churn, strike a match and watch it burn |
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I'll tell you it's the shattering song, just chatter up a storm if you like. |
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We could go on, and on, heh heh heh |
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I'll tell 'ya, tell 'ya boy. |
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Woo Doogie! |
