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Old man's ass 50 heads wide Could stretch a battleship side to side to side to side Are we all wrapped up - wrapped up together Are we all wrapped up - fit for the kill Are we all wrapped up - stacked up together I'll stretch my neck to look up to him fit for the kill There's a flower thief in my back yard again I'll grin my teeth to make him stay Trap him in my flower bed and then I'll feed him with my paraffin stretch my neck to look up to him Old man got me in the eye again, stuck his bony finger in Turned me around and did it all Again. Now I smell like paraffin.
