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Great big gobs of...
Greasy slimely gofer guts
Marinated monkey meat (sorry, Zero)
Little dirty birdy feet...
Sing along,
'Cause I can't remember
The rest of the song!
I'm sure it has something about eyeballs in it somewhere.
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By the time you're twenty-five they will say you've gone and blown it. By the time you're thirty-five I must confide you will have blown them all
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