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I can't help myself ... |
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I am the doughnut that you hold up |
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And I never sold up in a pie, |
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The hoot boot's so fly, |
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I always try to beat the rest to impress, |
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I put my tongue in my trouser press, |
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I got the toots baby you got the fruits, |
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Fruit got the loot lady you got the boots, |
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Don't be a mook don't get the spook, |
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Don't be a cry baby I only said maybe, |
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Shmoozin I was pressuing when like a catapult, |
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I did a summersault, |
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Going down the lazy river, |
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three fingers deliver, |
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I can't help myself..., |
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The reverb you just heard is resounding in the surrounding area, |
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It's getting scarier I've got the amp damp mangled, |
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got my tingle in tangle let me see what I can wangle, |
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In the bermuda triangle, |
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Gravity will be the death of me, |
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Terminal velocity follow the follow the vaper, |
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One hundred purcent proof caper, |
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Burst the barricades but don't drink the lemonade, |
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Martinis by beeard man an artizan down at the can can, |
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And oh yes he can can fat, |
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Fredies cat in seven lead boots whiskey for the whiskers the shot sure shoots, |
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She sells sea shells sea shells on the sea shore, |
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Is it true what mummy said you can't come back no more, |
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Oh no no no no singing a song about nothing, |
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Talk through my belly button, |
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At the inn of seventh happiness more or less, |
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I found you on the floor saying more more more, |
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Peel back the skin sonar beats like quaver, |
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Small bananas selected for flavour, |
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I can't help myself.... |