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There's something coming. There's a new car on the horizon. |
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It's coming very slowly. It makes a noise. |
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It has kittens painted all over it. With a new kind of fur. |
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Cleaner, but with a unique smell. |
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Yet, one of these kittens is not prepared to have a good time. |
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It stands alone. Away from the crowd. |
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It's your kind of kitten. |
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Now the time has come to climb into that car and to shake the paw of destiny. |
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No... no... They Might Be Giants are not Satanists. |
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They are not posing as an easy-listening Nazi rock band trying to lure intellectuals into believing what they already know to be true. |
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No. Listen to the sound of my voice. Put away your big blue cigars. |
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And make way... yes, make way, ladies and gentlemen... for They Might Be Giants! |
