| Forty-five minutes, fifty-five cents
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| Sixty-five agents sitting on a fence
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| Saying, hey little brother look what we got for you
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| We’re gonna rope off an area and put on a show
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| From the Canadian border down to Mexico
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| It might be the most potentially gross
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| Thing that we could possibly do
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| Yeah, little buddy gonna get your chance
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| Make them pubescent all wet their pants
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| We’ll record it live and that’s no jive
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| Hold it, stop it, no, no, no, no
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| Bang went the pistol, crash went the window
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| Ouch went the son of a gun
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| Onomatopoeia, I don’t wanna see ya
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| Speaking in a foreign tongue
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| Knock, knock, hello, can I come in?
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| Gee, it was a wonderful show
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| Oh, you haven’t gone on yet?
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| Well, how was I supposed to know?
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| Hey we got a great date, it’s really downtown
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| We’re gonna get the grand canyon to do the sound
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| It’s a boxing ring, but it might be the thing
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| To really put you in the dough
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| Well listen little brother, don’t you get us wrong
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| Why we even know one of the words to your song
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| Just say I do and we’ll lay it on you
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| You, you, and me, me, me, me
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| Bang went the pistol, crash went the window
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| Ouch went the son of a gun
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| Onomatopoeia, I don’t want to see ya
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| Speaking in a foreign tongue
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| Hey little buddy gonna get your chance
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| Make them pubescent all wet their pants
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| We’ll record it live and that’s no jive
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| Hold it, stop it, no, no, no, no
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| Bang went the pistol, crash went the window
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| Ouch went the son of a gun
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| Onomatopoeia, I don’t want to see ya
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| Speaking in a foreign tongue
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| Onomatopoeia, I don’t want to see ya
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| Speaking in a foreign tongue |