Tuesday, February 23, 2010

I wake up every Sunday

When you smell my fart, hope it smells like hell, I hope it smells like hell.
When I spray you your face with mase, I hope it hurts like hell, I hope it hurts like hell.
When the cows come home, I hope you hear the bells, I hope you hear the bells.
When I get my grants, I hope I get the Pell, I hope I get the Pell.

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