| This ain’t no double entendre
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| This ain’t no euphamism
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| This is real life
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| I’m describing a natural disaster
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| Mudflow
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| Land mass
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| Shifting beneath our feet
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| Houses
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| Floating on down the street
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| Debris, wreck and ruin bubbling along like butter would not melt
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| Deluge neverending and the rain drops never cease to pelt
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| Mudslide
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| It’s hard to see the upside of a mudslide
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| I simply can’t abide this deadly mudslide
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| Way down deep inside I hate you, mudslide
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| Mudslide
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| Neighbours
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| Thus far I have managed to avoid
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| Flounder
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| As they’re drawn deep down into the watery void
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| Gestriculating wildly, but it’s awkward so I wave ta-ta
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| But their distanct cries of anguish play havoc with my cha-cha
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| Mudslide
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| It’s hard to see the upside of a mudslide
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| I simply can’t abide this deadly mudslide
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| Way down deep inside I hate you, mudslide
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| Mudslide
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| Somewhere under the mudflow way down low
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| There lies my dear beloved gazebo
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| Mudslide
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| It’s hard to see the upside of a mudslide
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| I simply can’t abide this deadly mudslide
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| Way down deep inside I hate you, mudslide
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| You know what this is?
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| It’s a fookin' mudslide |