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I says hey old mother-fixed balding boy Here's one good goon that we can't blame Hey they all cry Here's one for the fruit-bin Look at him, look at him, look, look, look La, la, la Twas a shriveled fruit on a wrinkled Sack, sack, sack Thinks my god, did I marry That that that? She canned that marriage Out of sight When she found a testicle In the mouth of Mr. Right Look at him, look at him, look, look, look La, la, la I says hey old mother-fixed balding boy Here's one good goon that we can't blame Hey they all cry Here's one for the fruit-bin Look at him, look at him, look, look, look La, la, la Twas a shriveled fruit on a wrinkled Sack, sack, sack Thinks my god, did I marry That that that? Look at him, look at him, look, look, look Look at him, look at him Shake, shake, shake From Letras Mania