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Phish |
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Miscellaneous |
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Harpua |
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Om-pa-pa oom-pa-pa oom-pa-pa oom-pa-paaaaa |
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Fat sweaty bulldog |
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Stood in the sun |
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Stone village swamp man |
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Slow motion run |
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Tender poke police walker |
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Precious birthday fudge |
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Swamp night bull nail |
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Walker done done |
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Hot sweaty bulldog stood in the sunthen - |
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stone village swamp man (is doing a) |
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slow motion runhere comes the policeman: |
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tender poke police walkerwhom the dog and the man see as: |
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precious birthday fudgethen - |
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swamp night (the man) |
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bull nail (the dog - the bulldog's claw) |
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kill the policeman: |
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walker done done |
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Me and Harpua |
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We couldn't care few-a |
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It happens all the time |
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We beat Okimo |
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(Repeat Chorus) |
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Hot liquor stone jack |
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Bitter toothless flesh |
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Shabby pimple chin-slime |
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Evil milky rash |
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Me and Harpua |
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Spastic dead-eyed hound |
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Oozing dreadlock skullcap |
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We're coming to your town |
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We'll help you party down |
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(Chorus 2x) |
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Spoken by Trey [with asides by Fishman]: |
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Once upon a time Far far away from here |
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There, in a small town... |
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a small town... |
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small town... |
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small... |
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And on the outskirts of this town |
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there lived a mean, nasty, furry, ugly hound named Harpua. |
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Harpua roamed the outskirts of the town every day and he'd walk around looking for a little action. |
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So of course this day was no different from any other day and here we start the story and we see Harpua walking around on the outskirts of town near the forest kind of at the edge of the forest and he's walking in toward town... |
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Harpua walked toward the town... |
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innocently... |
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And meanwhile in the town... |
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in a whole different part of the town |
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there lived a young boy all alone in a suburban neighborhood |
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and every day he'd sit in his room |
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and sit on his little couch [AND SMOKE POT!]... |
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he'd sit on his little couch and |
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he'd listen to his stereo... |
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and he'd lay back and |
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he'd look down next to him and |
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he'd pet his favorite little [DOG!] |
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furry little... |
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oh, he loved his little... |
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furry... |
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thing that he pet every day while he listened to his stereo |
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[while sitting on the couch] |
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he'd pet his furry [thing on the couch] his furry... |
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And he looked down and he said |
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"I love to pet you, my little furry... |
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thing that I ... |
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I love you so much that I decided to name you |
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this name that I love and so I named you... |
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I love you so... |
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that's why... |
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that's why I pet you every day... |
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that's why I named you... |
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that's why when I first got you and |
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I knew how much I loved you... |
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I decided that I'd give you the name of... |
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the moniker of... |
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I'd call you... |
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your name is... |
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I DECIDED THAT YOUR NAME WOULD HAVE TO BE... |
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I'D CALL YOU... |
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YOUR GOING TO BE CALLED... |
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I THINK YOUR NAME... |
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I CALL YOU... |
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YOU'D GO AS... AAAAAAAAGGGGHHHHHHH!!!! |
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POSTER NUTBAG!!!!!!!! |
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Poster Nutbag sat on the couch next to Jimmy... |
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Poster Nutbag, the furry little kitty-cat Jimmy's pet sat next to Jimmy and he looked up at Jimmy... |
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and on this particular day Poster Nutbag decided to go for a little walk so Poster Nutbag got up and walked toward the door and Jimmy went to the door and he opened up the door and Poster Nutbag went outside and he started walking across the yard.. |
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and he walk onto the sidewalk and he started walking innocently down the street and he walked down the street and suddenly he found himself wandering... |
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into a new part of town that he'd never been to... |
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Let me take you to...FUNKYTOWN |
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Let me take you to...FUNKYTOWN |
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Let me take you to...FUNKYTOWN |
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Let me take you to...FUNKYTOWN |
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And when he got there he was walking along and suddenly he rounded a corner and in front of him he saw... |
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he saw Harpua... |
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Harpua, the ugly dog from the beginning of the story... |
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and they looked at each other... |
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tension filled the air... |
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there was going to be a nasty fight... |
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Harpua saw Poster Nutbag and began to growl and let a hungry drop of saliva fall onto the floor... |
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Poster Nutbag coiled his body into a deadly arch... |
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the fight was about to begin... |
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ARGAAAAAAAA! |
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Look, the storm's gone...Dad [Mike]: |
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Jimmy... |
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Jimmy [Fish]: |
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Yes, Dad |
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D: Jimmy, I have some bad news... |
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J: What might that be...Dad? |
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D: It's about your cat, Poster... |
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J: You wouldn't be talking about Poster Nutbag, now would you? |
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YOUR CAT DIED! |
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Poster is deadPoster is deadPoster's SO dead |
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How about a goldfish? I don't want a goldfish |
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How about a goldFISH? I don't...want a goldfish |
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How about A goldfish? I don't want...a goldfish |
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What do you... |
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what do you... |
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what do you... |
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I want... |
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What do you... |
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A dog A dog |
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There's a dog in the station |
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With an ugly mutation |
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And it needs lubrication each day |
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There's a dog in the station |
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Contemplating rotation |
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As a form of recreation and play |
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A dog |
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There's a dog in the station |
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With a bad reputation |
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It's a sign of the nation's decay |
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But the dog in the station |
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Doesn't need a vacation |
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As the people rush by dressed in gray |
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A DOG |
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A DOG |
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A DOG!! |
