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I wake up in the street and I’m covered in pee.
Then my pee turns to chocolate that would be fuckin’ sweet.
Then I see a big house and it turns to Ginger-Bread.
Then I see the gardener with an animal head.

I walk in through the front door.
Hi-Fiving all the midgets on the floor.
Don’t forget to take your shoes off
My squirell's mopped up
And the mermiad is on the floor.

Butler’s gettin’ ready.
These bitches are throwing a party.
Cover in Lucky Charms.
Holding a leprechaun.
(Let’s Get This Party On)

Then glitter will fall from the sky
Then rainbows will shot from my eyes
Now of this has to do with my – My song. My song. My song.

Who cares cause I’m really fucking high
Jesus turned the pool into wine.
Boy these ideas you can thank my. My bong. My bong. My bong.

I just wanna make no sense. Hey look at the president he’s riding an elephant.

Hello, Ke$ha!

I just wanna be a slut.
Big shirts, hide my beer gut.
Orgie in the castle gym.

And then we see elvish kids playing with their magic sticks.
They are all shooting uniporn.

Wait!
I think I’m losing my high.
Reality is setting in.
I think I need one more hit. FROM MY BONG!

Why don’t we go for a ride.
Inside of my weird fucking mi-ind.
Who knows what crazy shit we might fi-ind.
So come on. Come on. Come on!

My songs are all about getting hi-igh.
My fans are all drunk gay guys.
Who cares if I have to rely on my bong my bong my bong.

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