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Your face a laxative pill, got to do number two Goofy's a shining intellectual; that's compared to you Hair so gliddery, eyes so wheedling Zero worth of contents; think shit just hit the pan Never did a day's work, nursing your bedsore Aspired by a paper pulp, still eager to bore Crazed for a record-breaking that takes the cake A world-champion of low life, should be burned on a stake Your face a laxative pill, got to do number two Goofy's a shining intellectual; that's compared to you Hair so gliddery, eyes so wheedling Zero worth of contents; think shit just hit the pan Trepanning, imperial section, voyage of no-brain discovery Trepanning, imperial section, voyage of no-brain discovery A Portable Void-box, In the disguise as a skull Aus Songtexte Mania