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Seeing that his eyes were empty under half closed lids, Made it all the more disturbing knowing Benny hid A bump that looked like clods of dirt inside a sickly lung That barely peeked beneath his shirt and twitched like Toto's tongue. For fifty cents inside a tent adjacent to the rest, The weaker souls could hide their eyes while Benny bared his chest; He rubbed the bump with oleo and little bits of meat And stroked the shape as it extended down towards his feet. Bounce Benny bounce Bouncing Benny He would put a record on then go into a trance Until he heard his mother's favorite polka then he danced; The record player went to fast but Benny didn't care, He simply bounced around the room while people stood and stared. Benny really only cared about one single thing -- He collected magazines called "Women in the Ring"; He kept them all in plastic bags and everybody said That Benny talked to them at night before he went to bed. Bounce Benny bounce Bouncing Benny I need someone to wrestle with she'd have to wear a hood. And hold me in a hammerlock if she was feeling good. She'd probably have a ponytail that stuck out from the back And I bet her eyes would shine -- right when she attacked; She might be kind of mean some times and act like we weren't friends, But when the match was over we'd be buddies till the end; I've got to go! I've got to go! I know that she is there -- Waiting in a ring for me to hug her like a bear. Follow that dream Benny follow that dream... From Letras Mania