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My my my you're petrified My my my you're sick inside My my my you're stupefied And I know what it's like
Touche Broadway's no place for a padre No way Jose ya hike back to the country Those brooks are tremblin' there for you Nix nix on the card tricks carve your name in the candle stick Make haste double click they may call you a lunatic Oh man but they haven't got a clue
My my my you're glorified My my my you're sick inside My my my you're certified And I
My my my you're sanctified My my my you're squinty eyed My my my my tongue is tied But I know what it's like
Delta high tide pack your bags and take a bride Brush fires mud slides plug your ears and overt your eyes Be still and it'll pass by you
My my my you're mortified My my my you're chicken fried My my my it's a nationwide Tonight My my my you're spirit guide Has up and fled and stole your ride My my my you're stupefied But I know what it's like
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