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Once they killed his monster when it went into a trap |
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Now he's making better ones on a higher step |
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On a warm summer day the doctor went away |
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To a place where he could make it real |
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His assistant's hips were nice |
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So he cloned her once or twice |
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Now his hips are aching what a deal |
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Dr. Stein grows funny creatures |
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Let's them run into the night |
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They become great rock musicians |
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And their time is right |
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Sometimes when he's feeling bored |
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He's calling it a day |
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He's got his computer and they do it their own way |
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They mix some DNA, some skin and certain spray |
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You can watch it on a laser screen |
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And the fellow's blue and gray |
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Or sometimes pink and green |
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Just check it out halloween |
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Dr. Stein grows funny creatures |
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Let's them run into the night |
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They become great politicians |
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And their time is right |
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One night he coned himself |
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Put his brother on a shelf |
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But when he fell asleep that night |
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It crept up from behind and thought |
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"well never mind " |
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Took a syringe and blew out his life |
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Dr. Stein grows funny creatures |
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Let's hem run into the night |
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They become |
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1 - a great possession |
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2 - a great oppression |
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And their time is right |
