| I’m coming out of the sandbox
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| You’ll get covered in dog doo
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| I’m gonna get off the sea saw
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| Say goodbye to your mama
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| Oh yeah, let’s get high on some Pop Rock
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| Pop Rock and Coke
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| I’ll blow your sock off
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| Teach how to laugh at daddy’s dirty jokes
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| Don’t hedge your bets, double down
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| If you want to get ahead in Tinsel Town
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| Turn that smile upside down
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| Happy people don’t have sex
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| Now Robbie, everybody swings both ways
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| From the butchest, the bandits
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| The fairest, the faggots
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| And singers with everything they need
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| Everybody swings both ways
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| Face it Robbie, you’re a little bit gay
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| Shall we dance?
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| I’m getting hot on the pavement
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| Can you find me some grass?
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| I have a certain arrangement
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| Up the Khyber Pass
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| Oh yeah, let’s get high with some fruit cake
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| Fruit cake and tea
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| And after I’ve done her
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| Well you can do me
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| Oh, boy
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| Don’t hedge your bets, double down
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| If you want to get ahead in Tinsel Town
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| Just follow me you enormous clown
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| Clever people don’t have sex
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| Now Rufus, everybody swings both ways
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| The bully, the bigot
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| The giant, the midget
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| And singers with everything they need
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| Everybody swings both ways
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| Face it Rufus, you’re a tad gay
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| Oh, yeah?
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| Face it Robbie
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| Uh huh?
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| You’re a little bit gay |