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Well all right!
You want it, well I got it
Just a second, please try thinkin'
Mom and Dad keep forgivin'A little man who keeps takin'
Black Jeans, or Mr. Taylor
Long hair, short hair
Long hair, short hair
What the hell, just happens to fit
That's what you are
What am I?
Why not?
El Camaro, Ventura
A couple bills and shoelaces(?)(?)
Mr. Death has bad breath
That's why they call it hell
That's why they call
They call it hell
A tower bends
As with a problem
I've got a problem
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