Saw her at Go kissing girls, what a shock I said you must be an artist She muttered her reply, I was judging her friend As the DJ played a dead jam No
was a silly little monkey And a big white easter bunny They lived in little cages And sometimes in rages I would turn them upside down And drag the bunny
Lysol to get me high You're sure to smell my fear Baby you can see-saw sun And like to be She once like animal I can walk but be so free She walks in
the streets. Bunny bunny wanted a rat tail, not a bushy cotton tail. Bunny bunny wanted to screech, like a rat, instead of a bunny. Bunny wanted to stop
like a little bunny rabbit With a cute little bunny nose And long floppy ears And a brand new submachine gun And a big bushy tail Because the little bunny
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in a paper bunny I said all my love's wrapped up in a paper bunny Yes all my love's wrapped up in a paper bunny
out of here I'm walking out, I see the thermostat and think: 'hehehehe' THEY'RE MELTING THE EASTER BUNNY!! a??But daddy, the Easter Bunny doesn't exist
them about Jesus instead Last time I heard about it He didn't come in a Santa outfit Santa Clause is dead! Guess it's time to thank the Easter bunny
Overture, curtains, lights, This is it, the night of nights No more rehearsing and nursing a part We know every part by heart Overture, curtains,
Across the frozen hills I walked And through the drifted snow. A bunny hopped across my path, I stopped and watched him go. At first he hopped, And then
Everything you try to do Always seems to turn to shit Every plan and stupid scheme Can't you just give up and quit Take it away Just take it away So
Pass the cracks on every weird occasion You keep your fingers crossed at any time If I were you I could come up with more solutions why You put your foot
There's a land that I have heard about So far across the sea There's a land that I have heard about So far across the sea To have you all, my dreamland
No more worrying, worrying and pains No more crying, shedding tears like rain For the master has come back Gathering all his flock Mother nature feeds
Git up you Black yankies Dont be no Follow Fashion Monkey (Rep.) Follow follow follow fashion monkeys Never drink good soup So drink
Who's gonna dance with me tonight We're gonna dance till our legs feel kind of tired But we won't care 'cause we've got the blues We've got a lot of rocking
Come along every goodie Come and hear what I have to say Come and listen and I will tell you What is the talk of the town today and every corner that
