| Seeing that his eyes were empty under half closed lids
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| Made it all the more disturbing knowing Benny hid
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| A bump that looked like clods of dirt inside a sickly lung
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| That barely peeked beneath his shirt and twitched like Toto’s tongue
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| For fifty cents inside a tent adjacent to the rest
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| The weaker souls would hide their eyes while Benny bared his chest
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| He rubbed the bump with oleo and little bits of meat
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| And stroked the shape as it extended down towards his feet
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| Bounce, Benny bounce, bouncing Benny
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| Bounce, bouncing Benny, bouncing Benny
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| Benny bounce, Benny bounce, Benny bounce
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| Benny bounce, Benny bounce, Benny bounce
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| He would put a record on then go into a trance
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| Until he heard his mother’s favorite polka, then he danced
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| The record player went too fast, but Benny didn’t care
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| He simply bounced around the room while people stood and stared
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| Benny really only cared about one single thing:
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| He collected magazines called Women in the Ring
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| He kept them all in plastic bags and everybody said
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| That Benny talked to them at night before he went to bed
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| Bounce, Benny bounce, bouncing Benny
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| Bounce, bouncing Benny, bouncing Benny
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| I need someone to wrestle with! |
| She’d have to wear a hood
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| And hold me in a hammerlock if she was feeling good
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| She’d probably have a ponytail that stuck out from the back
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| And I bet her eyes would shine right when she attacked
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| She might be kind of mean sometimes, and act like we weren’t friends
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| But when the match was over we’d be buddies till the end!
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| I’ve got to go! |
| I’ve got to go! |
| I know that she is there
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| Waiting in the ring for me to hug her like a bear!
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| Follow that dream, follow that dream
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| Follow that dream Benny follow that dream (x8) |