|I woke up this mornin',|
Then I went back to bed.
Said I woke up this mornin',
Then I went right back to bed.
Got a funny kinda feelin',
Like I got broken glass in my underwear,
And a herd of wild pigs is tryin' to chew off my head.
You know what I'm sayin'?
Well, I ain't got no money,
I was born in a paper sack, in the bottom of a sewer.
I'm just a no-good, scum-sucking, nose-picking, boot-licking,
Aw, make it talk, son, make it talk.
Okay, now make it shut up.
Plagues and famine and pestilence always seem to get me down.
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