| She left the cat in the air with something dead in its mouth
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| Packed her garbage collection in a bag
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| And then she headed down south
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| All join in the behavioural sink
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| She was on drugs, now she’s on the brink
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| She’s the angriest animal ever
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| She came through on the phone like a native
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| She’s a yo yo
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| You get a slap in the head for your birthday honey
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| It’s not my fault if everybody wants to
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| Now I’m going just as fast as I can
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| And I still feel like the elephant man
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| He’s the king of inanimate objects
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| He woke up too late as usual
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| Yeah, right
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| We live in a sink of iniquity
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| Nothing we do makes sense
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| Queuing at the checkout of the twentieth century
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| Nothing we do makes sense
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| It’s modern living on sweets
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| And it’s modern too to live on the streets
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| Animals all go everywhere head first
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| That’s how when they bump into things it hurts
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| She’s the angriest animal ever
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| She fell off the plane like a waitress
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| She’s a yo yo (x5)
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| Mr. Norris turned left at the lights in Berlin
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| It’s so appropriate it makes me grin
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| Shoop! |
| Shoop! |
| Put him with the others! |