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There's some things I can't findSome are better left aloneThere are few things I won't findSome are better left aloneLike that bulldog in the bathroomLike that wombat on the phone
As I float in my leer jetWithout a sling shot or a shieldAs I hang in my leer jetWithout a shotgun or a shieldHey, a flying saucer wobbled pastWith a bulldog at the wheelYeah
Can you give us a descriptionSaid the air force on the phoneCan you certify you've seen thisSaid the air force on the phoneNo, but here's his passportAnd his teeth mark's on the phone
If I take a long vacationAnd nail my bulldog to a wallIf I leave this smoggy nationAnd nail my bulldog to a wallIf my bulldog keeps his mouth shutWill you remember me at all
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