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Have you ever known a free lancer |
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Thinks that he's a camper |
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Known around my way as the cramper |
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Like P.M.S. always pokin' |
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But he won't go away with a little Motrin |
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Now if u ever heard the term cramper and u wonder |
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The worms kinda like i guess a modern day Felix Unger |
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When ya first meet em ya think he's O.K. |
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But then you learn a little bit of the cramper goes a long way |
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Hear say here I say thru the grapevine |
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He squawks and he gawks and he walks a thin line |
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Just like a little fuckin fag |
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He always wants to get high but never has a bag |
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Never works says he can't find the right job |
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Ain't got a dime and when he does he's a tightwad |
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He's the dampest there's no one damp |
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Huh huh.... he's the muther fuckin cramper |
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Now the crampers red, there's no one redder, |
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He rides ya wrong like a really tight sweater |
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He's sorta like a mouse a pest of a peer |
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U come home he's at your house drinkin your last beer |
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Pokin and strokin he makes you wanna belt him |
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always wearin out his mother fuckin welcome |
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And then sporty's never that cautious |
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he sips from your forty and he always backwashes |
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Talk about a certain subject, he'll jinx it |
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let him borrow a shirt, the stooge always shrinks it |
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He's the dampest, there's no one damper |
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Huh huh.... he's the mother fuckin cramper |
