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We are Cop Rock we are Screech We are Z. Cavaricci We are laser-removed Tasmanian devil tattoos We are third string, we are puck We are special people's club We are the half shirts with Irreverent spring break top ten lists We are munsoned, we are squat We are flashing twelve o'clock We are spread-out butt cheeks Pulled apart so just the air leaks We are Ishtar, we are Tab We are no right turn on red We are the moustaches The Beatles grew when they dropped acid You are the heart dotting "i" In the word "apologize" Scribbled drunk on a postcard Sent from somewhere volcanoes are I am the heart with no name Airbrushed on the license plate Of a Subaru that was Registered in Pennsylvania We are Zima, we are barf We are cinderblock yard art We are Baldwin brothers Not the good one but the others We are Amway, we are Shemp We are Sir David of Brent We are the queef after A porn star breaks the gang bang record You are the heart dotting "i" In the word "apologize" Scribbled drunk on a postcard Sent from somewhere volcanoes are I am the heart with no name Airbrushed on the license plate Of a Subaru that was Registered in Pennsylvania Do you even know what a Wawa is, girl? Do you even know what a Wawa is? Do you even know what a Wawa is, girl? Do you even know what a Wawa is? I'm in a state of P fuckin' A
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