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I got a special sacIt's puckered and blackBut when I stretch it outIt always springs backThe folds get dustyThe sac smells mustyI gotta wipe the sweatIt will get crustyI got a special sacIt's puckered and blackBut when I stretch it outIt always springs backFolds get dustyThe sac smells mustyI gotta wipe the sweatIt will get crustyI'M ... THE ... KINGOF PINCH ... AND ... ROLLTo get it really cleanI must use gasolineAnd then I stick a matchInto the deepest scratchAnd take a razor bladeSongtexteTo peel the old skin backExpose the pink skinAnd rub the salt inWait till the pus builds upThen grab a metal cupI gotta squeeze the sacUntil it dries upI got a wire brushFor the final touchI'll just dust it offIt doesn't hurt that muchI'M ... THE ... KINGOF PINCH ... AND ... ROLLI'M ... THE ... KINGGot a special sacIt's puckered and blackBut when I stretch it outIt always springs backThe dust gets mustyThe sac gets dustyI gotta wipe the sweatIt will get crustyI got a special sacIt's puckered and blackWhen I stretch it outIt always springs backFolds get dustySac smells mustyGotta wipe the sweatIt will get crustyI'M ... THE ... KINGOF PINCH ... AND ... ROLLI'M ... THE ... KING Aus Songtexte Mania