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Die Gedanken sind frei |
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I make great big futzies |
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My tuchis emits blasts |
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Of gas from the ass |
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It smells of the past |
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But it cannot last |
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Dissipates fast |
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Die Gedanken sind frei |
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My blummis is spauern |
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I love to scream Blummis |
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When others are showerin |
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The Flowers you sent |
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have stems that are bent |
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Hitler was brennt |
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and Bush is a PUTZ |
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When McCain chose that Palin |
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The Republinazis were wailin' |
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Soon she'll be bailin' |
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And her lies will be failin'. |
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I love to make book |
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on horses that look |
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fast but i'm a crook |
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and your money I'll took. |
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So please don't cook |
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Hotzie Totzies in the nook |
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Die Gedanken sind frei |
