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My crews of dudes would refuse to point out clues

You drug abuse, you lose, and get bruised

While listening to huey lewis and the news



Don’t stop the tape, I’m bustin’ grapes

And bakin’ crepes, I don’t front wit’ masking tape



Underground gnomes don’t use yaffa blocks

So rock those socks with exploding clocks

Mr. Spock, in the market is where you stock

Tick tock, dare to keep kids off the shamrock



Past FDR’s and broken cars

Venn diagrams smoking cigars

Understand the underworld

Flag unfurled, wiped clean, not windex blurred



Just open the door, cucumbers on the floor

I never had a chance to know you

Let me stray, anemic eskimos would say

All I wanted was to see you



It all seems so far away now

It takes awhile just to decide

Which leprechauns should seek, and which should hide

The rabbits are all inside

Faster than a roller coaster ride