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Every day my friend and I we like to run and laugh and play Peruse and run around about the town, I wouldn't have it any other way Although there's a fault in this, it haunts me every day He may be my best friend, but he creeps me out because he's made of toast He's just my toast friend, my plain old toast friend Can't ride any roller coasters, can't go to the petting zoo Can't do much of anything but he's my toast friend and I love you Sometimes when I'm hungry and my funds are running dry My mouth waters at the thought of butter on dry rye Although I care about him I just cannot resist To nibble on his crust and caress his buttery nips One day the Chris and I grew hungry and weak And to our minds our stomachs had reached their hunger peaks So we shot him with a tranquilizer and his legs became weak He fell on a plate and we cut him so he couldn't speak I ate my toast friend He was delicious, my toast friend I'm sure he curses me for the deeds I did that day Cause he's my toast friend, His name is MP and he's my toast friend From Letras Mania