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Hey, Thurman We got some funky trees Need a whirlybird To get above a canopy Me and your boys Picking through the debris Benny and Roky back in the mid 60's Hey, Thurman Matriarch of fifty-deuce I got a wagon Full of that juice You hold on to that remote control Me and your boys are bound to take that stroll Hey, Thurman I must inquire What's that written on your telephone pole flyer? It's just a possum it ain't your Siamese I know that smell It's got me weak in the knees Hey, Thurman You know we'll all get home Me and your boys ya see We're all full grown Your hearts a jug Never empty always full Pass it to your Padre I think he needs another pull Another sweet pull Hey Thurman From Letras Mania