| I don’t know what it’s meant to mean
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| If it doesn’t sound real
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| Or if it’s just what it seems
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| I don’t remember, I forgot what I said
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| But don’t let it go to your head
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| And don’t hold me it’s just the sound that I make
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| And what do you care what I say anyway
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| Unless you choose to hear me confuse
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| I guess I got nothin' to lose
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| No one’s really complaining
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| About the pouring rain
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| Somewhere off in the sunset the river bends
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| And they all look so happy our pissed-off friends
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| The sound is totally fake
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| It’s kind of like the noise that a cow makes:
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| Stupid, no more than stupid, so dumb I ought to be beaten
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| Should be cooked and then be eaten — chewed right down
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| Planted like corn in the ground
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| To be fed to the hogs…
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| No one’s really complaining
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| About the pouring rain
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| Somewhere off in the sunset the river bends
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| And they all seem so happy our pissed-off friends
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| Like a wipeout I hit my face
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| Right down like a turtle by the fireplace
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| Glass eyes starin' to the rear
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| On the table is a baby with five ears
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| And the baby’s has plans to an airplane
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| The product of his big fat brain
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| And out in the bushes he hears
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| A small voice ringing in his extra ears
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| Like a wipeout I hit my face
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| Right down like a turtle by the fireplace
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| Glass eyes starin' to the rear
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| On the table is a baby with five ears
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| And the baby’s has plans to an airplane
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| The product of his big fat brain
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| And out in the bushes he hears
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| A small voice ringing
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| No one’s really complaining
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| About the pouring rain
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| There’s no sense in explaining
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| All the sense has been drained
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| Somewhere off in the sunset the river bends
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| And they all look so happy our pissed-off friends
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| Somewhere off in the sunset the river bends
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| And they all look so happy our pissed-off friends |