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Somewhere, Over the Brainslow

Somewhere, oh is my brain slow, Birdbrains..... have I..... That's why, I want to go, For a brain transplant,oh, oh, my! Somewhere along the pillow tops, My brains leak out, I am, slowly becoming, The King of all fops..... Somewhere, my IQ Has serious leaks That's why, I stare at walls all day, And think that's "tops"

Copyright © | Year Posted 2008




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