| I was shaking with laugther
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| Scared the bratty children
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| Did I destroy the ambience
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| I’m sure for that hoity-toity patron
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| It wasn’t pretty when I looked into the face
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| Oops, into the eyes, ruptured icy chaos
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| What’s the, what’s the, who’s the prick
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| We was hidden in the potted plants
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| I know and we was no obnoxious
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| But I could see, there in the sun room
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| The growing storm of disapproval
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| It wasn’t pretty when I looked into the face
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| Oops, into the eyes, ruptured icy chaos
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| What’s the, what’s the, who’s the prick
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| I ain’t supposed to laugh
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| Can’t let your children see that
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| I ain’t supposed to wonder
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| What’s the, who’s the prick
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| What’s the, who’s the prick
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| What’s the, who’s the prick
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| What’s the, what’s the, who’s the prick |