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

Bing bong, the
bong, no danger
Here goes a freak

How many fools do you get in the
Of an English classroom?
All the things going on your bill bong
There's no room, just pure art room

You try very to get that right
To imitate kind of life form
A matter of fact, any tact
You can go on you, you shouldn't have been burn

Bing bong, no
Bing bong, the sweet

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

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

bong, the weekday
Bing bong, no

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

freak, pen and ink
How do we get these dogs to think?
freak pen and ink
It's dangerous to let the freaky in

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

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

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