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Hopscotch
02:09
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Jump!
Well everybody hop
Everybody skip
Everybody jump
Everybody, everybody
Everybody hop
Everybody skip
Everybody jump
Everybody, everybody
We love hopscotch
And it makes me grab my crotch
Hop, skip, jump
Don't forget to have some fun
Jump!
Everybody hop
Everybody skip
Everybody jump
Everybody, everybody
We love hopscotch
And it makes me grab my crotch
Why don't you play?
It might be your day
Hop, skip, jump, scream
Don't forget to have some fun
Everybody hop
Everybody skip
Everybody jump
Everybody, everybody
We love hopscotch
It makes me grab my crotch
Why don't you play?
It might be your day
Hop, skip, jump, scream
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UNeedAHearingBleugh
03:13
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Well old people have wirey hairs on their chins (ahhahahaha)
You need a hearing aid
You need a hearing aid
You need a hearing aid
Corporate media buzzwords
Like a spanner in the works
This doesn't have to make sense
You need a hearing bleugh
Well old people tripping over their zimmerframes (ahahahah)
This night's been rated a 12 Certificate
You need a hearing aid
You need a hearing aid
You need a hearing aid
Corporate media buzzwords
Like a spanner in the works
This doesn't have to make sense
You need a hearing bleugh
Alright stop
Do not eat that cake
Do not eat that cake
Do not eat that cake
Do not eat that cake
Why?
Do you have a nut?
Do you have a nut?
Do you have a nut?
Do you have a nut allergy?
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Shaving
03:27
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Got up this morning on the wrong side of my bed
Too many thoughts running through my head
Head to the bathroom with a slight bit of dread
By the end of this trip I might even be dead
I get the blade from the shelf
In the mirror is myself
I smear my face in gel
Oh no! I slipped back and fell
Had a craving for raving
But I cut myself shaving
Had a craving for raving
But I cut myself shaving
Get up for a second attempt
I think this might be my thing for Lent
Oh my God this is weird
I might as well just grow a beard
But then again I'll look like Ben
And now the cut really stings
It's one of those annoying things
I'll guess I'll have to get on with it if I don't want to look like a tit
Had a craving for raving
But I cut myself shaving
Had a craving for raving
But I cut myself shaving
Blood trickles down my face
It hits my mouth
So sour is the taste
Don't be a slave
And grow a beard
Just be revered
And have a shave
One stroke down, two strokes up
Who could really give a - ?
A little bit here, a little bit there
And holy crap I missed some hair
Had a craving for raving
But I cut myself shaving
Had a craving for raving
But I cut myself shaving shaving
Had a craving for raving
But I cut myself shaving
Had a craving for raving
But I cut myself shaving shaving
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Mumble's Very Old Things Yeovil, UK
a place to dump all my old music (pre-2011), most of which is actually collaborative stuff with various friends. it's all quite bad
