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spondi, trochee, iamb and Conde/ Naste-y, take a photograph and call me jack cheese/ never messed around much with a girl named holly but i/ know she had the glasses on like polly wolly/

doodle all the way and then a/ noodle in the hay is like a/ poodle with a blade of grass be-/tween it’s very legs i don’t know/ what to tell you maen, get a/ horse and brush it’s mane. then ride/ of into the sunset till you reach the port of spain, daaaayyme/ oh

blame it on the alchohol and/ write it on the bathroom stall then/ bite it in the butt and make it watch a video to lollly/ gag into a bag and make a/ stack of them then ask the steward/ ess to make you breakfast then get/ up to feel this next shit, inspection like

gadget. gogogo and then/ hit the flo flo flo and when/ you see me blow blow my/ money, out the door door door/ funny, how i still don’t sow/ my seeds, like a farmer joe joe joe/ pee, out the win dow dow dow/ please, pirate go like yo ho ho, smy steeze.