| Stanley Steemer pull a fast-ton-lever
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| Who? |
| He’s fascinated with plastic pillars
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| He’s built to last with smiling glass
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| And Stanley always laughs
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| Oh Henry your baby is shrieking, throwling
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| Scheming, bleeding and chickens dancing
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| I’m muse to the world, I’m news of the world
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| It’s pay-day Friday and all day Sunday
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| I’m always down to soup-exchange
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| Oh how sad!
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| Beware of the men with the soup-dish grins
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| And the man with the terrible name
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| And he’s so smart minded
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| But often blinded by the two left shoes on his feet
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| He’s mamas best, tried and test
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| Drive in big boy, soft-touch car wash
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| Suck with a saddle Jack, suck on Ortega snack
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| Henry’s showing mercy, but only when it hurts me
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| Yet I wrote the beginning to his story
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| My feeling runs violent, do I feel like a man?
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| No, you feel like a whore
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| At times there’s something female about you
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| Man with the terrible name
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| Getty-Getty-Go, and the all-nude show
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| Another queen here, and another one there
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| Kick out the boot, and slap the gook
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| Apply your entertainment everywhere
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| Run boy run with your head in your hands
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| Henry is stealing again
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| A keyhole affair with the beautiful temptress
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| And the man with the terrible name |