Put on your best suit
Put on your best dress
Come on everybody
Let's pass the tres
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Don't you want to make some
Blackberry pie
Got cuts on your fingers
Got cuts on your feet
Look at all those great big
Spiders you'll meet
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Pack you in real tight
Put you in the oven
Cook you for a long time
'Til you're well done
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When you're between my lips
Mm, you taste so fine
I just can't believe
You're all mine
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Don't you want to make some
Blackberry piiiiiiiiiiiieeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee
(by Rack)
I woke up early and I watched TV
I ate junk food because I had donuts with me
I was in a machine then I went to a farm
So I took a dip with some lucky charms
I woke up late and my breakfast was eggs
I grew chicken breasts and I had duck legs
I gave up my nose and I got a bird's ear
And I skipped three days in a non-leap-year
I woke up just in time to see I was late for work
I didn't give a shit because I'm a lazy jerk
I drank a glass of water, got to the bank in the nick of time
And I was sweating bullets in one of life's many lines
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People always tellin' me to get a fuckin' job
But I don't want to get a fuckin' job
I can play my one-string guitar all day
You know damn well I play it all night
The pigeons and me
Got nowhere else to be
So I hold out my hand and you just might
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Throw me a euro just to get out of your face
And I'll give you another sight to see
Look me in the eyes
Through my long-haired disguise
Ain't got another fuckin' castle in here, baby
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Steal another soul with your digital camera
Fucking Americans, this ain't your town
These are our coffee shops
We even sell it to the cops
So give me that grin and take a frown
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Don't give me that look, stop avoiding my gaze
So I smoke pot but you smoke your iPod
You're hiding your fears
In eighteen-packs of beer
So pray to me and find your god
(lyrics by Chris Onstad)
Shut up
Just shut the hell up
What the hell is the matter with you?
Kiss my ass
I need to eat waffles three meals a day
I need to eat waffles without any whey
I want my friends to come over and play
For a few waffles they'll certainly stay
It's important that they have zucchini
It's important that they have mystery
Post-revolution, all waffles are free
We'll end the years of pancake misery
Escape the chains of breakfast tyranny
You can have waffles on your waffles, that's okay with me
Because without waffles, life's only okay
There might as well not even be any day
Life without waffles is perpetual night
Waffles, in life, are the only true light
Breakfast is power, it's strength, it is might
Those who eat breakfast can win any fight
To be real happy, they don't need a kite
They don't try, they just always do right
I'll open a window and you'll listen to me
Don't know about you, but I've got the night free
I won't brew any coffee, won't make any tea
When a man's got you, who needs caffeine?
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There's not even a word
For what you do to this nerd
But nothing can beat these symbols and numbers
To spend eight hours with you I won't mind
If I look up from those pretty little lines to find
You've kept me up eight long nights at a time
When those days turn to weeks I'm still doin' fine
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It's Friday night and I'm coming home fast
There's a world out here, but I just walk on past
Nothing that's out there ever will last
Can't wait to write a whole new class
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