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| Everything's ruined |
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Things worked out better than we had planned
Capital from boy, woman and man
We were like ink and paper
Numbers on a calculator
Knew arithmetic so well
Working overtimeCompleted what was assigned
We had to multiply ourselves
A bouncing little baby
A shiny copper penny
And he spent himself
Would not listen to us
But when he lost his appetite
He lost his weight in friends
Baby became a fat nickel so fast
Then came puberty
Exponentially
Soon our boy became a million
People loved him so
And helped him to grow
Everyone knew the thing that was best
Of course, he must invest
A penny won't do, no (rep. 3 times)
But he made us proud
He made us rich
And how were we to know
He's counterfeit
Now everything's ruined (rep. 7 times)
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| Edge of the world |
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Come here, my love
I'll tell you a secret
Come closer, now
I want you to believe it
I'll tell you all the things you want to hear
Don't worry, baby there's nothing to fear
Hey, little girl
Would you like some candy?
Look into my eyes I've seen it all
Hand in hand together we fall
We'll sing and dance
And we'll find romance
And we'll stroll to the edge of the world
Come sit right down
Lay your head on my shoulder
It's not the point
That I'm forty years older
You can trust me I'm no criminal
But I'd kill my mother to be with you
We'll sing and dance
And we'll find romance
And we'll stroll to the edge of the world
Give me a smile
Let me see those pearlies
I'll do anything
For the little girlies...
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| R.V. |
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Backside melts into the sofa
My world, my tv, and my food
Besides listening to my belly gurgle
Ain't much else to doYeah, I sweat a lot
Pants fall down every time I bend over
And my feet itch
Yeah - I married a scarecrow
I hate you
Talkin' to myself
Everybody's starin' at me
I'm only bleedin'
Someone taps me on the shoulder every 5 minutes
Nobody speaks english anymore
Would anyone tell me if I was gettin' stupider?
I hate you
Talkin' to myself
You don't feel it after awhile
You take the beating
I'm a swingin' guy
Throw a belt over the shower curtain rod
And swing
Toss me inside a hefty
And put me in the ground
A drink needs me
I don't
I ain't about to guzzle no tears
So kiss my ass
Newscasters, cockroaches, and desserts
I hate you
Talkin' to myself
Everybody's starin' at me
I'm only bleedin'
Where are the kids? I don't know
Maybepregnantorondrugsoronwelfareontopoftheworlddontthehonorroll
onparoleonthedodgersonthebackofmilkcartonsonstakesinthemiddleof
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onwaternailedoncrosses
I think it's time I had a talk with my kids
I'll just tell 'em what my daddy told me
You ain't never gonna amount to nothin'
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| Everything's ruined |
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Things worked out better than we had planned
Capital from boy, woman and man
We were like ink and paper
Numbers on a calculator
Knew arithmetic so well
Working overtimeCompleted what was assigned
We had to multiply ourselves
A bouncing little baby
A shiny copper penny
And he spent himself
Would not listen to us
But when he lost his appetite
He lost his weight in friends
Baby became a fat nickel so fast
Then came puberty
Exponentially
Soon our boy became a million
People loved him so
And helped him to grow
Everyone knew the thing that was best
Of course, he must invest
A penny won't do, no (rep. 3 times)
But he made us proud
He made us rich
And how were we to know
He's counterfeit
Now everything's ruined (rep. 7 times)
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| Midlife crisis |
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Go on and wring my neck
Like when a rag gets wet
A little discipline
For my pet genius
My head is like a lettuce
Go on and dig your thumbs in
I cannot stop giving
I'm thirty-something
Sense of security
Like pockets jingling
Midlife crisis
Suck ingenuity
Down through the family tree
You're perfect, yes, it's true
But without me you're only you
Your menstruating heart
It ain't bleeding enough for two
It's a midlife crisis...
What an inheritance
The salt and the kleenex
Morbid self attention
Bending my pinky back
A little discipline
A donor by habit
A little discipline
Rent an opinion
Sense of security
Holding blunt instrument
Midlife crisis
I'm a perfectionist
And perfect is a skinned knee
You're perfect, yes, it's true
But without me you're only you
Your menstruating heart
It ain't bleeding enough for two
It's a midlife crisis...
You're perfect, yes, it's true
But without me you're only you
Your menstruating heart
It ain't bleeding enough for two
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| Land of sunshine |
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You have a winning way, so keep it, your future
You are an angel heading for a land of sunshine
And fortune is smiling upon you
Prepare for a series of comfortable miracles
From fasting to feasting
And life to you is a dashing, bold adventure
So sing and rejoice, and sing and rejoice
And look for the dream that keeps coming back, your future
Pat yourself on the back and give yourself a handshake
Cuz everything is not yet lost...
Does life seem worthwhile to you? (rep. Once)
Here's how to order!
(yes, uuh uuh, and now for next question):
Does emotional music have quite an effect on you?
Do you feel sometimes that heat is against you
Sing and rejoice, and sing and rejoice
(yes, that's interesting,
but tell me do you often sing or whisper just for fun?)
Do you feel sometimes that heat is against you
I - I can help - I can help you - I can help you help yourself!
Does life seem worthwhile to you? (rep. Once)
Here's how to order!
Varicose
Comatose
Senile
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