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