My sister thinks you have a cute nose–
The sister who plays the bongos–
My brother plays flute,
And finds your feet cute
They both want to take off your clothes
I once played in a rather strange band
I once played in a rather strange band
The bass player had no right hand
I once played in a rather strange band
The bass player had no right hand
The singer was mute
I once played in a rather strange band
The bass player had no right hand
The singer was mute
And wore a spacesuit
I once played in a rather strange band
The bass player had no right hand
The singer was mute
And wore a spacesuit
All we played was shoe-gaze Dixieland
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My father was born without knees
My father was born without knees
And has caught 1,001 types of disease
My father was born without knees
And has caught 1,001 types of disease
He doesn’t complain.
My father was born without knees
And has caught 1,001 types of disease
He doesn’t complain.
For he has no forebrain
My father was born without knees
And has caught 1,001 types of disease
He doesn’t complain.
For he has no forebrain
And his ass? It was stung by some bees!
A young mutant freak named Bolero
A young mutant freak named Bolero
Wanted to earn mucho dinero
A young mutant freak named Bolero
Wanted to earn mucho dinero
So he robbed him a bank
A young mutant freak named Bolero
Wanted to earn mucho dinero
So he robbed him a bank
With a pistol held point-blank
A young mutant freak named Bolero
Wanted to earn mucho dinero
So he robbed him a bank
With a pistol held point-blank
then drove off with 60s star Charo
The last thing I hope to do before I die
The last thing I hope to do before I die
Is strap on a jet pack and then fly
The last thing I hope to do before I die
Is strap on a jet pack and then fly
I hope to reach the moon
The last thing I hope to do before I die
Is strap on a jet pack and then fly
I hope to reach the moon
with Fred, my pet raccoon
The last thing I hope to do before I die
Is strap on a jet pack and then fly
I hope to reach the moon
with Fred, my pet raccoon
And there forever our bodies will lie
There once was a kid named Donny
There once was a kid named Donny
Who loved the music of Yanni
There once was a kid named Donny
Who loved the music of Yanni
In quest for his autograph
There once was a kid named Donny
Who loved the music of Yanni
In quest for his autograph
He sent him a giraffe