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Up To Our Ying Yangs
We've got snow up to our ying yangs
Where is one's ying yang you might ask
It's just above our hoohaws and below our zinkledorfs
Also our winklepuss sometimes becomes rigid
And doesn't soften up again until late spring
What are you thinking, you naughty people
How far down is that mind of yours going?
You should all be totally ashamed of yourselves
What kind of depraved soul do you think I am
I'm really just this sweet old grandpa dude!
And if you can believe that... !!!
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Jack Ellison
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