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That's sickly clean, this mild and
I could launch it a poker, no danger for a weekend
It its mouth, there's no words, just a squeak
I can launch it with a poker, no for a weekday

bong, the weekday
Bing bong, no
goes a sweet freak

How fools do you get in the school
Of an county classroom?
All the things going on inside bill bong
There's no room, it's just art room

You try hard to get that right
To imitate some of life form
A matter of fact, without any
You can go on back you, you shouldn't been burn

Bing bong, no
Bing bong, the sweet

Diggers mothers, on the cooker
Get the down , set out to bugger
freak pen and ink
How do you make a bulldog

Christmas, I said, not to speak then
Happy Christmas, it's next week then
And you swear, you meathead
What sleeps in your bed, is got to be a Ted

Bing bong, the
bong, no danger

How many do you get in the schools
Of an English [Incomprehensible]?
All the things on inside your built bomb
There's no room, just pure art room

freak, pen and ink
How do we get [Incomprehensible] dogs to think?
Sweet pen and ink
It's dangerous to let the dink in

Chopper up, cooker, give me some
I can't stand the thought of the bein' a mother

Is this love, man, pure hate
If you put it on the table, it'll be to
Is this love, No, it's pure hate
It can't be more simple, it's on a plate

Is love man? No it ain't
Is this love, man? No, it's hate
Is this love,