Crack (The Story of Donald)
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quarter to six
listen to some Styx
and play the bass
jumping up and down
always messing around
nothing better too do
tripped over the amp,
bass guitar, and a ramp
fell out the window.
cracked open his head
better left unsaid
sorry for your loss.
now up in the sky
hanging with Ron, John and the big Guy.
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