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There's a goth barbequeAnd we want to invite youBut none of us are any more gothThan David Lee RothThere's a quincineraAre you going? You'd betterMy cousin will not turn 15 againBut either way I winThe yuppies that own the streetAnd only buy grass-fed meatThey promised that they wouldn't call the copsUntil the magic stopsThe seed is plantedThe night's enchantedYour wish is granted...TA-DA!We've all been bitchyAnd way too itchyFor something witchy...TA-DA!Letras de cancionesoooooooooTA-DA!oooooooooTA-DA!When you saved me the cakeIt was more than I could takeEach thing you do is a poemCome burn down my homeNow the blimp's in the skyI'm so happy I could cryLook at it, it might as well be a whaleMy uncle's out of jailThe seed is plantedThe night's enchantedYour wish is granted...TA-DA!We've all been bitchyAnd way too itchyFor something witchy...TA-DA!oooooooooTA-DA!oooooooooTA-DA!Brica Brica for allInflate the castle wallsI want us all to jumpI want us all to fallBrica Brica for allInflate the castle wallsAnd when they're inflatedWe'll all say...TA-DA!And the seed is plantedThe night's enchantedYour wish is granted...TA-DA!We've all been bitchyAnd way too itchyFor something witchy...TA-DA!oooooooooTA-DA!oooooooooTA-DA! From Letras Mania