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i'm grateful that the stroller came my way today |
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oh, mrs. mccrae driving the stroller |
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& look who's inside oh don't hide |
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baby greaser george |
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oh, i got too close to the stroller |
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& put my thing down his mouth |
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& he parted his teeth, baby teeth |
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nothing south (?) so brillantly |
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like greaser george |
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baby greaser george |
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took off with my left ball |
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oh mother took off with the stroller too soon |
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& he swallowed it whole |
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ah, did i ever tell you what greaser george |
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was dressed in that day? |
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well greaser george, he had on a leather outfit |
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oh, three months or so, |
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but boy could he ever suck |
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greaser george, greaser george |
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the three month old baby |
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greaser george |
