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By goldflakes Date: 2005 Oct 05 Comment on this Work [[2005.10.05.16.57.23265]] |
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I'll play the fiddle. Sally down the street can play banjo. Billy, Sally's idiot brother, can play accordion. Maybe Rick across town can be persuaded to get off his ass and put enough gas in his SAAB to drive over here and play the drums. Then we'll have ourselves a little band. We can call ourselves Retards On The Rampage. Here is our first hit song, written by Billy, inspired by Dick Clark: hurricane hurricane you can't hurt me I don't live anywhere near the ocean, see gasoline gasoline we don't care we ride our bikes in our underwear mean girls mean girls at the bar won't break our hearts we've got bitch radar so how does it feel to be rich, Dick Clark? rich and white and on the mark? you have a dick, Dick a white dick a rich dick you are not to be fucked with not even by Michael Moore you haven't ever been poor your shit don't stink well, I bet it stinks a bit more than you think... |