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Like babies made of sulfur that smell like demons
This one came from butter, and commited a treason
He stuck to the walls, and didn't need a bedroom
Some might say that he was destined to die soon

No, get away, go away, not today
No, get away, go away, not today, no

His mother didn't need him, and his dad got drunk
He got spoiled after dinner, and stuffed in the trunk And from what I know, without the basic food groups
Yeah, the milk went sour, and the cheese did too

No, get away, go away, not today
No, get away, go away, not today, no

Then the honey started dripping from the easter bunnies
Like a can of plasticine getting bounced off a trampoline
It went flying in the milk, with the boys on a quaalude
I can't find my wallet, dear, what else is there to prove