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by Psychostick. Buy album CD: We Couldn't Think Of A Title
Tearin' down the road doin' ninety
In my tiny little Volkswagen on my way to
Get a tank of gas
I passed a cop with a radar gun waitin' for a
Sucker like me to drive by goin' way to fast
I saw the red and blue in my rear view
So I pulled slug bug over to the shoulder
Of the road
He looked at me in the nose and said:
"Son, do you realize your tires are round?"
And I said:
YES, I SAID PLUH!
Walkin down the streets in my
Running shoes lookin' for a shoestore
So that I can find myself parking spot
I bumped into a guy that was wearing nothing
But his boxers
And a cap that said:
"I like tater tots."
He said something in latin
That I didn't understand
And I thought the worst until
He pointed at my wrist
Then I saw that all he wanted was the time
So I looked at the broken watch, and I said:
YES I SAID PLUUUUUUUUUUUHHHH!
*start pit here*
If there ever was a word that you heard
It could take the place of ANYTHING
That you could say
Noun, verb, adverb, statement, question
Daytime, night-time, anytime, anyone!
So remember the next time you forget
What you're sayin' in the middle of a sentence-
Don't strain your brain to remember the word
Instead look 'em right in the nose and
Tell 'em that the answer is:
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