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Lucky I'm wearing PVC jeans,
or I'd have mud on my undies.
Lucky this mud's only knee high deep
,or I'd have to wear some floaties.
Maybe i need a translator to
,come on tour god knows i need him,
because my English is appalling,
and my lyrics mystifying.

Ay ay ay ay ay ay,
blah blah blah blah blaaaaah.

These lyrics don't mean a damn thing!
Whatever I'm singing,
at least my hips are swinging
Hips go here, my hips go there,
Hang on I'll shake my hair.
Trolola, Bizamented,
Are words that I invented,
So far I dont make much sense,
I might run for president.

Blah blah blah blah blah
,blah blah blah blah blah blaaah.
I am about, to sing again,
blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blaah

Confuse you one more time,
Distract you with these:
Monkey, blue cheese.
Whatever I'm saying
still people keep on paying,
A CD here, a concert there
Soon a line of underwear.
A cheap shot, a tango
My roots go down to my knees.
I have no shame, no fear.
Watch me end with pan flute here!

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