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Me Buddy Burt Pike was from L'anse-au-Loup
He liked huntin' and fishin', and makin' home brew
He had a nice Yammy Quad, that he'd ride in the woods
He'd drink some home brew, and ride as far as he could
Then he and his wife, they got into a tiff
He was off on his quad and over a cliff
He's gone away now, but he's happy, please God
For he died as he live: drunk on his quad
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Say, what you get when you spray tan an oompa loompa?
I dare say you'll get some Caca Tostada
How must he think that this tan is a hit
When in real life, it's some hot toasted shit
You know, you look like a carrot fucked an orange, and gave it hepatitis
He's Caca Tostada
Incendio! Incendio!
He's Caca Tostada
He's hot toasted shit
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Please don't ask
Because we won't tell
At Clyde Puddister's Discount Windowless Vans!
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I don't like Steve Jobs or Steve Wozniak
I like Steve Martin and Stephen Colbert
But Stephen Harper...let's not go there
I don't like Steve Harvey or Steve Irwin
I like Steve Albini and Steve Buscemi
Steve Carell, he deserves an Emmy
This is my song about guys named Steve (not me)
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[Lyrics Redacted]
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We're gonna have a sex picnic
You know you wanna!
A sex picnic
I think I'm gonna!
We're gonna listen to Death From Above 1979
You're gonna see my O Face
At the sex picnic
You're gonna hear my O voice
At the sex picnic
Yeah!
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Pocket Dog
Put you in the pocket
Next to Polly Pocket
While eating a Hot Pocket
Fit you in the locket....also fits in a pocket
Pocket dog
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I don’t know about politics
I don’t care about specifics
I just know your music’s shiiiiiiiit!
We just came here to denote
Whatever isn’t punk is just a joke
I don’t know about arithmetic
I don’t know about theoretics
I don’t care about specifics
I just know your music’s shiiiiit!!!
We just came here to debunk
We know what is and isn’t punk
We know what is and isn’t punk
Wait a minute! Is this being recorded to a click track?
YES!
What the fuck!? That’s not punk! But that means…..I’m not punk.
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DeBusey: Life Hack II
00:38
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Hey Friends!
I'm back
Face facts
Cos they're not what you think
Hey dude
Eat Glue
Just be you
And put that brain meat to work
You can't have plans if you don't got hands
You can't have a clue if you don't got shoes
You can't impart blame if they don't got a name
So open up your skull and put that brain meat to work
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