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:::: WOULDN'T IT BE SAD IF THERE WERE NO CONES? ::::
Wouldn't it be sad if there were no cones?
No, not ice-cream cones
Cones are soul brothers with processed points
At the tips of their foreheads
Some wear lime-green phosphorescent
Imitation leather jackets and pants
Others are fairly normal formal excepting
Those flood ankles on their bright orange slacks
"That's a flashy outfit mini-mama
Hey now, Hey now, Hey now, I could kiss your thigh''
They stand in front of The Wiggy A Go Go
'N slap their chins
We really respect them for their confidence
It's too bad everyone can't be as confident as a cone
(They 're great losers)
Do the skate, shing-a-ling, Boog-a-loo
"Come on with me, an' we'll spin some fine platters, darlin'"
Oh, cones, you send us with your fantastic lines!
"What's your favorite form of recreation, darlin'?
Hey now, Hey now, Hey now, I could kiss your thigh
Say, Snow White, can I give you a ride in my
Outa-site metal flake Bonneville?
Hey, darlin', you come here with me, woman
To my righteous pad in L.A. and we can booze it up
And have some fiiiiine lovin'
Hey now, Hey now, Hey now, I could kiss your thigh."
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