| My tops off — I’m a goose pimpled god!
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| Upon my girth rests the earth, gunna give it what I’ve got
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| The messed bottom bunked bed of the dead
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| This fouled fallen nest, this dried up drooping breast
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| I hold my hips at this comic apocalypse
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| The world’s a whoopee wibbling wantlingly on my crooked seat
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| My tops off — I’m a goose pimpled god!
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| I’ll quiver the jellies of every heavy and every bully that I might cross…
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| Defunk the junk that saddens me on my telly
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| Let all the babies suckle bare bummed and comfy
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| Gullet without bullet (NO!)
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| Lab without rat (NO!)
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| Splat goes the council flat!
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| No criminal, no copper, no court, no cage
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| My tops off — I’m a goose pimpled god!
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| Upon my girth rests the earth, gunna give it what I’ve got
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| The messed bottom bunk bed of the dead
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| This fouled fallen nest, this dried up drooping breast
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| I curl like a cripp' at this gruesome gambit
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| The fit and the able scrap for crumbs beneath my limp legged table
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| My tops off — I’m a goose pimpled god!
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| I’ll quiver the jellies of every heavy and every bully that I might cross…
|
| Defunk the junk that saddens me on my telly
|
| Let all the babies suckle bare bummed and comfy
|
| Gullet without bullet (NO!)
|
| Lab without rat (NO!)
|
| Splat goes the council flat!
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| No criminal, no copper, no court, no cage
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| My tops off — I’m a goose pimpled god!
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| Upon my girth rests the earth I’m gunna give it what I’ve got
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| When all that is precious, all that love, is just a shoulder shrugged |