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Cinnamon Bun Girl
03:35
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Cinnamon Bun Girl, I'll take you 'round the world
I'll take you to the moon
In the sky above your bed at night
Gonna come down and make you feel all right
Teeth gleaming on a regal steed of white
I'm the king, babe. Tonight, I'm your knight
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Th'Each'n'th'Both
02:07
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All right, now!
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20% Ass Portion
03:16
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You can't do five things all half assed at once
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Thunderlad
03:16
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Down from the stars, Thunderlad!
A silver ass guitar, Thunderlad!
A bigger dick than you, Thunderlad!
Out of many comes the few
The galaxy is his playground
He grows to ample size
His space Cadillac seats just two
He'll win the carnival prize
The galaxy is his playground
He grows to ample size
His space Cadillac seats just two
He'll win the teddy bear prize
He plays his guitar like it was born attached to him
He rocks with the strength of 10 ordinary men
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Sweet C
03:55
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Yeah I drink Jolt, I drink coffee too
Chew the beans raw. Gotta help you push it through
Drain your fourth cup and things are looking up
And things are perking up, so keep it perking up
Strong and black, like George Foreman.
Hoop your skinny latte, and there's the door, man
A little push to break through the cattle
You want a latte? Fuck off to Seattle.
Caffeine, carry the flame for me
Caffeine, sweet angel of destiny
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He rides a rocket like a pony and no wind whips his hair
Pirouette in zero G. Dance upon a lack of air
Like Zorro in a pressure suit, his cape shall caress the day
Relieves you of your bags of loot, the galaxy's a captive prey
From the vault in the mothership Nostradamus sang his praise
Sword leaps to hand from hip to inoculate with gamma rays
Fat wallet muzzles his buns in pantaloons a parsec wide
His smile would blind the sun, he's slicker than Astroglide
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Thee Prehensile Ass
03:45
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It speaks without a tongue
Spouting Freud and Jung
Accusations flung
Words that might have stung
Thee prehensile ass
Behind a toothless grin
Secrets from within
Whiskers but no chin
Starts where it begins
Misunderstood, no one hears his cries
Enigmatic, no tears from no eyes
He's emphatic, he's actual size
He's embryonic robot in disguise
Spiders that can bark
Lights without a spark
As naked as he's stark
Shifting out of park
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8. |
Pangaea
03:59
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It's the whole world, baby.
Where do we land?
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My Undersized Portion
02:50
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I paid for more food than this
Last time you brought me more food than this
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Rotunda - Son of Car
03:16
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She's a woman among men, that's fer sure
Rub her belly and hear her purr
Pretends like hell she can play the guit-ur
No thanks, ma'am I think you're a sir
Got to move around her to see the TV
Sold Mommy's car, but the walkin's is free
8 bucks an hour is fancy for me
Ram her through the puss with a bent up Slinky
Redwood circuference
Wibble wobble, fall off the fence
Rotunda - Son of Car
She's a sugar cone mama with an extra scoop
Think of all the dolphins that could jump through that hoop
Mortal Kombat II makes her think she should shoop
Peach potpourri glaze on her poop
Hang out at home and eat Girlie's chips
Scare Abe Vigoda with the girth of those hips
Alcohol syrup drop hangs from her lips
Gonna suck you dry with little girl sips
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11. |
Bad Man Hank
03:55
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I have so many tattoos
I'm rich man, I paid my dues
I can lift much heavy weight
I stay home and masturbate
Do it! Yeah!
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12. |
Mr! Beanpant
04:16
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Mr! Beanpant, he challenge Mr! Meatpant
Mr! Meatpant, in challenge for the MeatBean
Mr! Beanpant strides out into the autumn fields
Mr! Sunshine gleams down upon bright foil and shield
From beyonder realms of nether passed on sinned
Grandpater's words dance upon the clover wind
MeatBean controls affair of the heart
Warm wind tugs at the ribbons in his hair from across the field
Treasure of MeatBean lures the sword and shield
Two men become one man again, ne'er shall they part
For MeatBean controls affairs of the heart
Anthony Michael Hall, or Crispin Glover?
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13. |
She's M'Fag
08:50
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She's my fag, she brings me salad in the morning
She's my fag, she brings me salad in the evening
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