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Butthole Surfers Electric Larryland

Here in Monday seems like Friday Happened just the other day Tuesday faked for Friday morning Then it started up again What would I do Monday's through

She played for the Angels, I played for the Tribe. The summer had been stolen And the bases were all loaded There was big money on the line Big money

I am not a priss, my brothers wife There was a time when i thought that the longer am I a slave to my mind oh. ahhhhhh My brothers wife. I know it'

AHHHH...The Lord is a monkey Thanksgiving's coming on the Fourth of July In the form of a girl with a needle in her eye Well she come from out west

I'm in love with a TV star She drove me home in her Lexus car Like her dog but I don't watch her show Spend my time with the radio Seen her dancin on