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I can't find my wallet, dear, what else is there to prove It went flying in the milk, with the boys on a quaalude Like a can of plasticine, getting bounced off a trampoline Then the honey started dripping from the easter bunnies No, not today, go away, get away Not today, go away, get away, no Well, the milk went sour, and the cheese did too And from what I know, without the basic food groups He got spoiled after dinner, and stuffed in the trunk His mother didn't need him, and his dad got drunk No, not today, go away, get away Not today, go away, get away, no Yeah, some might say that he was destined to die soon He stuck to the walls, and didn't need a bedroom This one came from butter, and commited a treason Like babies made of sulfur that smell like demons From Letras Mania