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A morning gone
And the cupboard bare and empty
Now then what to eat?
Grazing at the table
No one's saying no
And I didn't have to --
-- Spend a speck of dough...
I ate a rock
Cuz I missed breakfast
I (he) ate a rock
Cuz I (he) missed breakfast
And it tasted bad
A little bland and chalky
It gave me tummy troubles
All night long, oh dear
He has these poor fools thinking
It's a profound metaphor
But it's not
He just has pica,
Nothing more
He (I) ate a rock
He's (I'm) like a dumpster
Narf
He (I) ate a rock
He's (I'm) just like a dumpster
I love our fans (I hate our fans)
They're groovy and
They're grimy (They're spoiled baby boomers)
They're human
Puppies, (They hang around)
Come on, I can't say no.
He can't say no.
This montage rocks,
I'm having fun
I (he) ate a rock
And now we're famous
I (he) ate a rock
And now we're famous
Narf
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