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Nuts Can Surf The Groovey Ship Sun Valley Deth Trap '84 When I run up the phone bill without any shoes I gotta confess it gives me the blues. Like a down home turkey Like a wailin' soul Blowin' on a trumpet in a old folks home Bobcat stuck in a tree sittin' on the sofa watchin' mac and me bottle rockets - cops and robbers - robin hood stealin' flounders naked on the beach and I bust a move said in my crouch made kick a groove pretty girls around when I cut the cheese put it on a cracker up my sleeve rip though space smash my face ginger is locked in my suitcase Leapin' through the scene like robots painted green an i'm spittin' in the dust like he's scrapin off the rust 10 inch pole remote control shook my hand; butter roll layin in bed like burt ginger bread shoppin' for a sign buyin' his time (c) 1996 Dellfold Entertainment & ncs |
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