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PICKLED EGGS Pickled eggs in the cornber store. Candy, pop, chips, counter drawer. I spy, mouth watering. Reach in with hands, not tongue. Fingers wading in vinegar and brine. Grab me a pickled egg. Pickled eggs! Pickled eggs! Pickled eggs! I love to eat Pickled eggs! TWEEDLE TWEEDLE TWITTERBIRD BRAK: Tweedle Tweedle Twitterbird Theirs something in my eye.... Don't dismiss it as absurd... Here, have a beef pot pie.... a la mode. CHUBBY CHUBBY CHOO CHOO ZORAK: Chubby Chubby Choo Choo, coming down the track, Belching smoke and cinders, turns my blue skies black. I wave to the jolly conductor, but the bozo don't wave back. Get out of here Chubby Choo Choo. You're bumming out Zorak! LIFE SPACE GHOST: Life is a game, life is a dance. Life is a nice pair of corderoy pants. So when you're in trouble, just keep this in mind. Never stop trying and watch your behind! TIS MISFORTUNE THAT LEAVE'S ME ZORAK: Tis misfortune that leave's me in a mental hole such as this! Whilst I want for me, O Redeemer, I shall ponder, Whose been touching my stuff? You toucha my stuff, I breaka you face! I breaka, I breaka, I breaka you face! I LOVE A WHEAT ROLE ZORAK: I love a wheat role, with a slice of tomato, And a big crunchy cockroach, hey, hold the mayo. My lovely roach sandwich, I savor the taste, You toucha my sandwich, I breaka you face, I breaka, I breaka, I breaka you face! MY HEART HANGS HEAVY WITH SADNESS ZORAK: My heart hangs heavy with sadness, The blossom of my youth has vanished. Who toucha the blossom of my youth? SPACE GHOST: I know, I know, I breaka you face! ZORAK: No, I breaka YOU face! A DAISY'S EYE BRAK: Hey, and we will sigh in a daisy's eye, And kiss on a grass green pillow. Is this one of them dirty poems? |
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