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| | Album: | Unknown | | Track: | | | Views: | 1 | | | | Lyrics: | Why don't you give some shit about the kids, man?
Tinky-Winky
The kids, man!
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Little boys and girls, they all love me.
Laa-laa
Come sit on the lap of
I-C-E,
and let me tell you a story or two,
about a punk-ass nigger I knew named:
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Tinky-Winky, Tinky-Winky
squeeze me, laa-laa, hug, ahh
C is..
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OK, you'd better listen to me good,
because this is the A-B-C's of anarchism
C
is..
C is for cookie...
Conclusion?
... that's good enough for me.
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Guess what?
What?
Guess what?
What?
An-ar-chism
C is
for cookie.
Conclusion?
An-
What?
-ar-chism
An-
What?
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-ar-chism
C is for cookie.
Conclusion?Nah.
That's good enough for
me.
Guess what?
What?
Copyright infringement in the kitchen.
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Copyright infringement by the new refridgerator.
Copyright infringement, right over by my
club soda bottle.
An-ar-chism.
So tell me what you want, what you really,
really want.
I'll tell you what I want.
Copyright infringement *inside* the
club soda bottle.
Back out again.
I'm back, what else?
Guess
what?
What?
I'm going to set the phone down and just start doing it.
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Doing it, doing it, doing it.
Can you hear me now?
Yes, sir.
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OK, now, when you, in order that I can play this back I have to pick
up the phone because
the casette deck is the amplifier that I'm sending
the phone on, so, bear with me.
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Hey-ho!
So, when you're recording, you can't hear me?
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Conclusion?
I'm recording now, it's when I transition from recording to
play that I
have to pick up the mike.
Wrong! Wrong! Dog gone it!
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Allright, I'm just going to be recording now.
Conclusion?
I don't
think so, very much. WRONG!
Damn, I hear the roto-tiller.
Right, I'm hearing
the roto-tiller live. WRONG!
That's my roto-tiller!
Do you hear it on the
phone?
No.
It's kind of a humming sound.
Don't get up, don't open the
window.
Don't get up, don't open the window.
Don't GET UP-ah, don't open the window.
WRONG!
GET UP-ah, don't open the window.
Don't open the window.
Don't GET
UP!
Don't GET UP!
Don't GET UP!
Don't GET UP! WRONG!
Don't get up, don't
open the window, don't do anything.
I don't want...
Would they prefer
anarchy?
I don't want you to open the window.
Oh my god...
It's
not, it's not the roto-tiller, it's....
... they're glaring at me.
It's not
the roto-tiller...
... They want me dead.
Got it?
It's a
blower.
It's, it's an electric blower.
Allright, now it comes out. WRONG!
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Can I do it now?
Can I do it now?
Allright.
Would the prefer
anarchy?
Conclusion?
Cookie, cookie, cookie starts with C.
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