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Whispering Schmidt
01:30
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Whispering Schmidt, how do you do it?
Whispering Schmidt, how do you do it?
Whispering Schmidt, how do you do it?
Whispering Schmidt.
He was locked inside a cave.
He could not behave.
Nor would he bathe.
He had to be scolded...several times for his bad behavior.
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Made for food, made for fun.
Made for two different types of buns.
Gonna eat you from toe to tit.
Gonna feel the spoon upon your lips.
Many thanks for the party,
The silverware insertion party.
Here comes the gospel express
At the silverware insertion party.
Gonna find out who's in the bible club
At the silverware insertion party.
Gonna use my Lucifer fork
At the silverware insertion party.
Here comes the gospel express
At the silverware insertion party.
Here comes the gospel express
At the silverware insertion party.
Here comes the gospel express
At the silverware insertion party.
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Pube Sandwich
01:19
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Do you wanna take a bite of this food?
You're gonna take a bite of this food.
It's got mayo, it's got lettuce, it's got meat,
It's got pubes.
I bet the king never thought of this.
I bet Earl never thought of this.
A pube sandwich for all his royal whigs.
Do I have a sandwich for you?
Oh, I got a great snack for you.
You should smear it all over you face.
You're gonna get a real good taste.
Of a sandwich,
Of a sandwich,
Of a sandwich packed with pubes.
Pube sandwich,
Oh, pube sandwich.
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Tour de France
02:08
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I eat crepe for breakfast,
Sometimes a hundred a day.
Ride on my bicycle seat.
Les Enfants du Paradis.
Making skid marks in z bike shorts,
Skid marks on z road.
Riding all night long,
Make banana seat à la mode.
Breaking away in the fast lane,
Pépé le Moko, je t'aime.
I ride through my sleep coma,
My wheel spokes my name.
Lawn chair
Croissant
Dixie cups
Croissant
Arc de Triomphe
Croissant
Brontosaurus
Croissant
Claude Chabrol
Croissant
Beers
Croissant
Ham and egg
Croissant
Croissant
Croissant
I eat crepe for breakfast,
Sometimes a hundred a day.
Ride on my bicycle seat.
Les Enfants du Paradis.
Making skid marks in z bike shorts,
Skid marks on z road.
Riding all night long,
Make banana seat à la mode.
Breaking away in the fast lane,
Pépé le Moko, je t'aime.
I ride through my sleep coma,
My wheel spokes my name.
Stonehenge
No croissant
Dimitri
Croissant
Pussy
Croissant
Tuberculosis
Croissant
Apple pie
Croissant
Ayatollah Khomeini
Croissant
Cheese steak ass
Croissant
Croissant
Croissant
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Chisel out a headstone, cheap and gay.
No reason, just cheap and gay.
I'm ready to snuff it.
The death song.
Not in the cemetery, too yuppie or on the split oak trail
That took the life of the baby oxen. Rattlesnake Roundup there in Noxen.
Gonna get to dieing around 11:35.
Gonna learn the almighty about American pride.
Fixing to crush my skull with two bricks and come out on the other side.
Who's laughing now, God? Who's laughing now, stupid?
Bright light, glowing light, your voice comes soft and consoling.
I knew it was He, so I aimed my classic pistol at his would-be face.
Rattlesnake Roundup there in Noxen.
Light burned out. God is dead. That's what the fellar Nietzsche said.
Jesus please us. You always tease us, the death song.
Who's laughing now, God? Who's laughing now, retard?
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