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Whenever I explore the land of Yin
I always take one on the chin And now this lioness has almost made me tame I can't pronounce her name But eggplant is her game The lady sticks to me like white on rice She never cooks the same way twice- Maybe it's the mushrooms Maybe the tomatoes I can't reveal her name But eggplant is her game When my baby cooks her eggplant She don't read no book And she's got a Gioconda Kind of dirty look And my baby cooks her eggplant About 19 different ways But sometimes I just have it raw With mayonnaise Maybe it's the way she grates her cheese Or just the freckles on her knees Maybe it's the scallions Maybe she's Italian I can't reveal her name But eggplant is her game. |
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| 4:32 | 
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| 3. |
| 4:06 |
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| 4. |
| 4:19 |
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Most of the time
He's the lord of the jungle Everyone grins while he gripes Usually he's found just Lounging around in his stripes His tiger lady's A superfine feline Just what his highness deserves A sweet purring pussycat Proud of her pussycat curves He's a tiger in the rain It's the thunder and lightnin' He can't explain A tiger in the rain Who's frightened Caught in the storm he came Searching for shelter Right up to me and my spouse Both stroked his chin and Invited him into the house He's a tiger in the rain It's the thunder and lightnin' He can't explain A tiger in the rain Who's frightened He's a tiger in the rain It's the thunder and lightnin' He can't explain A tiger in the rain Who's frightened |
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| 4:34 |
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And when God gave out rhythm
He sure was good to you You can add, subtract, multiply. And divide by two I know today's your birthday And I did not buy no rose But I wrote this song instead and I call it: Popsicle Toes Popsicle Toes, Popsicle Toes are always froze Popsicle Toes, You're so brave to expose all those Popsicle Toes You must have been Miss Pennsylvania With all this pulchritude, How come you always load your Pentax When I'm in the nude? We ought to have a birthday party And you can wear your birthday clothes, Then we can hit the floor and go explore those Popsicle Toes You got the nicest North America This sailor ever saw- I like to feel your warm Brazil And touch your Panama But your Tierra del Fuegos Are nearly always froze- We gotta see-saw until we unthaw those Popsicle Toes |
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