Well now, you may find an odor,
From some bugs that crawl on you,
They may blunder under & above ya,
And smell like piles of doggie poo,
Well Baby, I wish you'd nose-plug me,
Can't take much more of that,
Or get some Demerol, & please drug me,
My sinuses about to crack,
And Honey, it ain't so funny,
'Cause even if I don't know jack....

I know it was a stink bug attack,
Crushed putrid meat,
Waftin' from thorax,
Swarming in the heat,
Making' my brain swirl,
What an awful plight,
Sendin' thoughts of barfin',
In a bag all day & night,
Gawd! What can they eat,
To make it smell so bad like that???,
For their stink bug attack,
Stink bug attack!

Well now, way back in Chicago,
Was a man named Leroy Brown.
Always got somebody tremblin'.
Always resemblin',
The Terminator in that town,
Well, he wears too many diamonds,
And way too much cologne,
And he saw some chick named Doris,
And wouldn't leave her alone,
They say he got chopped up by her husband,
But, man, that ain't really the fact....

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Now, some folks say it's Oswald,
Others C. I. A.,
Some folks think a mob hit,
Or Cuba had it's day,
The man was swimmin' in a pond o',
Sharks that will turn on you,
And screwing lots of people,
Marilyn Monroe, too,
And, Baby, it just wasn't the bullets,
Honey, they never hit his back....

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