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Coachella DeVil
(To the tune of Cruella De Vil)
CoachElla De Vil, CoachElla De vil
She's in sparkly hotpants
And singing for thrills
She's so drunk she won't flinch against the chill
CoachElla, CoachElla
She's comes alive when she pops a white pill
Look out for CoachElla De Vil.
At first you think CoachElla's something special
But in a while you see she's just the same
As every other girl, a self-made party animal
Carbon copy, tanned and chasing fame
This starlet wannabe, who hungers for the big screen
She ought to be sat down, offered some reali-tea
The festival was calm and wholesome till...
CoachElla, CoachElla De Vil.
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Cosmic Kat
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