| Baby’s got a 12-pack!
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| How’s about we go back to the Bay Area and get some crabs?
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| Let’s see how the judges react
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| Judges
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| Come on judges, react
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| The forest is very misty
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| And help to provide for the switching sides of Terry or Twisty
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| Or, Model Robot, who got more grease
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| Sherman stinks so put some hot sauce on your niece
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| (or what?) Or Nephew, I hope he got a 12 for his sake
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| Made a wrong turn into a hole, hell of a mistake
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| Animals in the car had made a piss lake
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| Must of interfered with the wiring on the disc brakes
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| (Yeah) It makes for good bar time rec talk
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| Shoulda used the hamburger necklace from off his neck stalk
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| From South Africa to Apalachicola
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| Bump into the wrong batch of snatch, catch the ebola
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| («Does what have what?») Beefin with Norman Douglas
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| Waitin until he catch him in the street, roamin thugless
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| And Rod, the self-proclaimed anime God
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| By the way could sure use a can of Bay scrod
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| Sherman eats seeds like humans eat veal
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| He means real human seeds, not no bloomin wheat meal
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| That man in the cat suit can sure hold a gat
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| Think he work for that dude, «The Evil Controller of Cats»
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| A ceasefire was negotiated under the gun
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| Between General Meow and Commander Bun
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| He thought it was the hand, it was the joke, what stunk
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| I was too drunk
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| I woke up drunk
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| Weren’t you?
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| Ha, I’m too young to drink
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| Augh
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| First I get trapped in a hole with smelly animals who bicker
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| Then my hand is severed
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| Now I have to care for a drunk baby
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| W-we can eat that
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| If the new shoes fit better than the old ones, rock 'em black
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| I’m gonna pick up some cold ones and knock 'em back |