My beard went bald this morn With scissors it was shorn While looking to mirror And shaving with razor I became emotionally torn I missed my fuzzy face For a solution I stared to space I then gathered the stubble It was worth all the trouble And reattached it with glue to my face
There is no such thing as too much Pink Floyd There is no such thing as too much Pink Floyd There is no such thing as too much Pink Floyd There is no such thing as too much Pink Floyd There is no such thing as too much Pink Floyd There is no such thing [...]
You freakn ate my reuben that was in the frige You jerk…. I was really looking forward to eating it I can’t forgive you my delicious reuben so saurkrautey and thousand islandish
automobile tires squeal makes me feel alive automobile hands on the wheel what a thrill alive automobile crash blood surreal makes me feel dead
Betwixt the branches and undergrowth of the forest hides a message
I’m going to open the door. I’m going to open the door! Get the hell out of my way! I’m going to open the door… I’d like to open the door… I want to open the door… Get the hell out of my way! I need to open the door!
Pop a squat and Rip a ripe and roasty one Float a finless fish Complete evacuation now! Crowned king of the porcelain throne Rules the dish as he wish
Go ahead and smother it with cheese On top and on bottom you want cheese
Is it, can it, could it be? That magical time again for me? Time for hair to shed in part From my head, so I can start A whole new cycle, my head re-born! Away thick bramble and patchy thorn! Fetch the scissors and fetch them quick Time to make my head look slick
I drink PBR And smoke cheap cigars It wards off the boredom today I’m as broke as a joke but can still have a smoke And chase the blues away As I dizzy my head And make ready for bed I think of my town far away Green Mountains and snow, as far as I know [...]
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