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Little Bastard, all fish belly white |
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Wears gym trunks and a tank top shirt |
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When his grandma sees him playing with a knife |
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She says, "Put that down, you're gonna get hurt" |
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And she calls him Little Bastard |
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And she says it to his face |
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And he says, "Don't call me Little Bastard |
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Call me Snake" |
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Little Bastard has a recurring dream |
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That he's a pirate on a sea of snakes |
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And when the waves come you can listen to him scream |
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As the tide runs down his leg |
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And she calls him Little Bastard |
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And she says it to his face |
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And he says, "Don't call me Little Bastard |
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Call me Snake" |
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Little Bastard, all fish belly white |
|
Wears gym trunks and a tank top shirt |
|
When his grandma sees him playing with a knife |
|
She says, "Put that down you're gonna get hurt" |
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And she calls him Little Bastard |
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And she says it to his face |
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And he says, "Don't call me Little Bastard |
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Call me Snake" |
