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Mrs Blaileen - she was a sixth grade teacher
And she controlled the children By using humiliation The target always seemed to be Donny He was a bit slower than the others When he was quite young His mother died at the kitchen table While choking on some food The fashion of the day Was bleach and tied Levi's Donny decided to make some, But he didn't know to rinse them So he came to school a reekin' Bleach stenched filled the classroom Mrs. Blaileen began to chastise She made him feel like an asshole Two feet small Oh what a lonely boy Don and Ronald They always stuck together For they were a bit different than the others And they were as tight as brothers Then Ronald moved away Now Steven He was year or two younger And he really thought he was something He liked to harass other children Or anyone he found outnumbered. Alone Don walks from fishing Steven and his friend they stop him They took his hat and they taunt him, Pimp-slap him with a newspaper Don lunged forward with his fish knife Then ran all the way home weeping He gave his knife to his father and Said "I think I hurt Steve" Oh what a lonely boy |
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Quite a surprise
What an ingenious device Boredom encompasses my time I don't know what I should do Indulging a moment of your time Seldom the breeder of lies But you won't believe that it's true They take to the sky Southbound Pachyderm Pinholes through cardboard At the Sun Passing the bucks by one by one Leaving nothing in return Watching the majest blow past Speculating which will be the last Savoring my piece of pie And there is no reprise They're filling the sky Southbound Pachyderm |
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In the year of our Lord
Call it 1994 A fine vintage of mimicry There are those that take their sound From someone else's Toil Liking to parrots you see I've seen the likes of Kate Bush And Van Morrison Teaching the parrots to sing Take a Zepplin riff And you alter it a bit And make lots of money It's called plagiarism You want some of that cheese Just take a big ol' bite Careful not to choke on it please Now here we go It's called plagiarism |
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He stood in line with the rest
And waited got his chance To take his place behind the glass And watch the ladies dance It's the nature of things He stepped into the darkened space The air was thick and warm He drops the coins in one by one The scene unfolds before him He stands looking eye to thigh As she looks down from above Only to be recognized As his former love It's the nature of things |
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Del Davis sold a Christmas tree
Stood up to 8 feet tall Season was lookin' mighty thin He'd hoped to sell 'em all Here he comes with a dollar in his hand Represents the epitomized man The boy liked rock 'n' roll Seemed that's the way he paid his way With the help of Del and them "Doogs" There's a bit more joy this holiday Here he comes... |
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Oh I can still remember
Jenny Hernando She was my little lovely one When I was seventeen. I remember the day that she Gave me her viriginity And then she gave it to everyone In our vicinity. Oh I can still remember Julie Tolentino The dancing Filipino We used to run around. Her and Flouncin' Freddy Were going hot and steady. Now she runs a dyke bar, The biggest one in town. I can still remember my Old friend Todd Squelati I watching him snort a Milkshake right up his nose. He slurped it up the left side. Blew it out the right side. How he ever kept it down, I will never know. Of course I still remember Ol Flouncin' Freddy We were pumping gas Down at El Sobrante Shell His Mustang was his pride n' joy He liked to dance the cowboy, Hanging out at Jack In the Box But eat at Taco Bell. |
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Used to come around here
To peddle his wares A lot more takers now The turkey "J" You can taste the air Around your face His name was Barrest Jeffries They picked him up twice For cooking up amphetamine Now he's on the tweek again Drinking county prune He doesn't mind so much So we'd sit around the fire Singing "Kumbaya" "Kumbaya", I said |
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They headed southward from San Francisco,
To be with Chuckles and the others. With electric in the air and peroxide in their hair, They looked like golden brothers. They drove a Datsun, an automatic, The radio blaring static, He made a face into the light and burst out laughing at the sight. The hysteria ensuing would dominate the night. From all the candy, the seats were sticky, As they were drawn into the grapevine. Then "Introduce Yourself" came on as they barreled through the fog. The demon puffing madly on a mentholated log. They were tired, they were sleepy, So they parked behind the Roxy. Adam left to use the phone, so he sat there all alone, When Adam's voice come beaming through on the radio, He started laughing... |
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