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Follow your nose, it always knows the flavor of jam where ever it goes, |
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Terror in the supermarket, shoppers are in horror, |
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Shredded boxes in the aisles, corpses on the floor, |
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Those who ran, this joy is mine, now they're going to pay, |
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Sugar coated slaughter now the order of the day! |
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Toucan Son of Sam!! |
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Toucan Son of Sam!! |
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Toucan Son of Sam!! |
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Silly rabbit, Trix are for kids. |
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Follow your nose, it always knows the flavor of death where ever it goes, |
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Orphaned at the age of five, parental guidance missed, |
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Rice Crispies wouldn't talk to him and he got really pissed, |
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The remittal chemicals have driven him insane, |
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Now we know the calling like it's ringing 'round his brain, |
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Toucan Son of Sam!! |
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Toucan Son of Sam!! |
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Toucan Son of Sam!! |
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Snap! Crackle! Pop! |
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Toucan Son of Sam!! |
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Toucan Son of Sam!! |
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Toucan Son of Sam!! |
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Toucan Son of Sam!! |
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Toucan Son of Sam!! |
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Toucan Son of Sam!! |
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Toucan |
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Son |
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Of |
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Sam! |
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Part of your nutritious breakfast! |
