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Only only Oreo
Oli Oli Oli Oh
oily oily Oreo
oli oli oli oh
we are fighting treehouse
we are fighting dreamers
'Cause living it up is a big ego trip for you.
'Cause living it up, it's a big kick
It's good for you.
'Cause living it up, it's a big ticket
Trip for you.
Cause living it up, it's a big kick
It's good for you.
Cause living it up, it's a big dick
It's good for you
Cause living it up, it's a big kick
It's good for you
Let me get off
Living it up
Choke the walrus!
Don't go on me...
Don't go wandering!
Don't go on me.
Don't you want me?
Don't go on me.
Dunk the wombat.
Don't go on me.
Fate only hands that what you choose.
Fate only has that right to choose.
Grandma was a super chick
Grandma was a suffragette
I don't wanna wash my Hanes clean
I don't wanna wash my hands clean
Lost my donkey
Don't go on me.
Mojo risin'
Don't go on me
Never had it up before
Never acted up before
Spank the monkey
Don't go on me
Starstruck and quaking
Starstruck on Quaaludes
Stomp the Wombat
Don't Go on Me
Stomp the wombat, stomp the wombat.
Don't go on me, don't go on me.
Stomp the wombat.
Don't go on me.
The lamp gets dusty, The pipes get rusty
But I don't want to wash my Hanes clean
The lamp gets dusty, The pipes get rusty
But I don't want to wash my hands clean
The pies get rusty.
The pipes get rusty.
Time for gameboy chores
or
Tryin' for Bangor shores
Time to get what's yours
Tuned to my nooses, so packing it on.
Turned to my nemesis, a fool not a f***ing god.
Tuned to my nurses, so packing it on.
Turned to my nemesis, a fool not a f***ing god.
Turned to her nurses
And pulled out a f***ing gun.
Turned to my nemesis
A fool, not a f***ing god.
Turned to my Mrs who pulled a f***ing gun.
Turned to my nemesis, a fool not a f***ing god.
Turned to my nemesis and pulled out my f***ing cod!
Turned to my nemesis, a fool not a f***ing god.
Turned to my nemesis, I pulled out my f***ing gun
Turned to my nemesis, a fool not a f***ing god
Turned to my nemesis
Of whom I'm f***ing gone!
Turned to my nemesis
A fool, not a f***ing god.
We blow off in this country town
You grew up in this country town
Yell, yell, yell, yell
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Your destiny can be Jamaican
Your destiny can be what you make it