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There are stories of pleasure, there are stories of painBut the gods torment me with slabs of rainIt started on a Thursday and went a double fortnightAnd Junior read Stern by the pilot lightHe ate more cheese than time allowedSo we stood him up sharp, we stood him up proudAnd they looked at him funny, but they looked at him twiceUndressing with the eyeballs, verbal lashing him with spiceI speak the truth, I tell no liesBeen masturbatin' since the Fourth of JulySpill the beans, spill 'em allThe precipitation filled Spring from FallHe didn't like faxes, he didn't like phonesWhen he stoof among many, he stood aloneHe loved his sausage, but shied from greensUsed to spin his little sister in the washin' machine From Letras Mania