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Ah, my favorite brain soup - |
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Cream of nowhere |
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Ooh baby, your asphalt eater hung ten |
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The hoedads and gremmies say you reached top end |
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So do the dead, through the lights |
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The surfin' dead, oooh make it tight |
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The livin' dead now baby lose their heads |
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Now baby, doin' the dead |
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Yeah you're a high-rev hauler with all four on the floor |
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But your a-bone's busted and you're through the door |
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So do the dead, juice the Coupe |
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Come on the livin' dead, ooh you're in the soup |
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The livin' dead now baby, like I said now baby, do the dead |
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Your carburetor don't carb, got a hammer down this |
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Your generator gens but your pistons don't work |
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Do the dead, run for ten |
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The surfin' dead, c'mon turn it in |
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The livin' dead insist, it's the latest twist, do the dead |
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Run run run run, now do it |
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Stay sick! |
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You square brains out there better beware |
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Oh this phantom driver down in the ground |
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You better plant 'em right or they'll come around |
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Move out baby, move that mound |
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Or they'll dig it up and they'll shut you down |
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So c'mon, aw c'mon, aw c'mon . . . |
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Now life is short and it's filled with stuff |
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So let me know baby when you've had enough |
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Oh do the dead, turn blue |
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Yeah the surfin' dead, as dead as you |
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There's nothing on the radio when you're dead |
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There's nothing at the movie show when you're dead |
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There's nowhere left for you to go when you're dead |
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Do the dead, yeah do the dead |
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Do the dead, surfin' dead |
