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There's a mouse starin' out of the window His car is trapped in the snow He's planning a family vacation But he just can't go Around the next corner's a red bird His feathers are trapped in a sling He's passed by some gunslinging parrot (he's been trashed by some gunslinging parrot) Who's jealous he ain't got no grin There ain't no time to stash the gumbo Or rattle around in a cage The sacrificed child's made bubbles And spittle is everywhere enraged In THE hot sand *i render* I RAN ON my feet (in the hot sand i render my feet) They're blistered and caked with debris Chez rolez is guarding the tote board While Angry piddles with glee There's a fool writing notes out on sandpaper He's sending them off to himself He gets them a couple days later Who put them along his top shelf If you get tired of shavings And carve up a good hunk of wood Remembering to check on the sausage He's got cooking somewhere look good (he's got cooking somewhere but good) |
