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I've been thinking 'bout headin' out Where I've never been I've been thinking 'bout finding out How to find the end And I've been thinking 'bout freaking

My father went to the country club My mother drove Mercedes around I never got dirty or sweaty I never had to change my underwear Oh, I never had

Had a dream Magic Johnson was there He autographed the ball A small rubber ball Ten feet tall Big puffy shoes Are the cameras on? Are the cameras on?

You've been kickin' on me, I've been kickin' on you You've been kickin' my tree just to suck on the fruit Mop up my troubles and you throw the old sad

5,500 miles Across the Texas plain Just to look at the mountains Just to not go insane 5,500 miles Across the Texas plain Just to look at the ocean Just

I caught a glimpse of Carolyn's Bootie As she was going from the bathroom into my bedroom (into my bedroom) Somethin' about a curse did something to

Drop down, baby, let your daddy see. Drop down, mama, just dream of me Well, my mama allow me to fool around all night long Well, I may look like I

Three p.m. and she's under the covers Dumpster breath, she's my hungover lover Strong as steel, four olive martini Hand on her head and one on my weenie

Movin' to the country... gotta eat a lot of farm food Movin' to the country.. gotta eat me a lot of farm food Movin' to the country... gotta eat a lot