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I realize I may be late

In telling you the news

It's great!

Don't forget to tell your mate

Don't forget to save the date

What am I excited for?

I rarely have it anymore

Had it a few times on the floor

I never had it on the ceiling

At least, the way that I am feeling 

Shall I tell you why I'm so excited?

Certainly, I'd be delighted

You don't have to be a whiz

To figure out what Sunday is

Sunday, my friends, is 6/04

So what? You say 

Why should I care that it's 6/04? 
My friends, if it weren't for 6/04

We wouldn't be here anymore

Is that something you'd want to face

The extinction of the human race?

Won't keep you in suspense anymore

I'll tell what 6 is. 4!

You must think I'm mad, you know

But I'm convinced that it is so

In fact, I'm absolutely sure

When I tell you what six is. Four

Imagine a man and woman in bed

Erotic thoughts come in their head

Things happen, you know what I mean

I'll stop right here to keep it clean 

But if it's the right time, then about

Nine months later, a baby will come out

Need I tell you any more?

That is what six is for

What?

Change the i to an e?

Ok. It's all the same to me

If you don't get it you must be 

The dumbest person on the earth 

I told you, it is all about the birth!

And what happened nine months before 

The man and woman must've had it, sure

I'm sure of it, you wanna bet?

Unless they used a surrogate..

You know what?

I've had it with you!

Actually, I haven't. With you

Or anyone else lately

It's something that I'm missing greatly 

The reason is because..

Forget it

At this rate, I'll never get it..