.I've been stuffed in your pocket for the last hundred days
When I don't get my bath I take it out on the slaves
So grease up your baby for the ball on the hill
And polish them rockets now, and swallow those pills
And sing whoa, space-lord mother mother>
There's a car in the f.
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