| Stop!
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| Bend over, 'cuz I’m-a take you in the park
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| I gotta sensory deprivation chamber
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| That doctors call the heart
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| And we? |
| re just birds of a feather
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| Who get their clothes in a tear,
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| Cross yourself in front of the hearse
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| 'Cuz I’m-a pull your underwear
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| Who loves ya, dear?
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| I’m here for Julie Grave,
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| She’s the type I crave
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| She’s not bikinis and toner
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| And drugstore l-l-lemonade
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| And she’s twice my age,
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| So get all your bubble booties off the stage
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| My little l-l-libertines…
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| She stomped like a Clydesdale into my path
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| Just a big mouth cooze with a motor-driven ass
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| Awww!
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| When she loves, it gets violent
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| Take up a stall in the public head
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| She’s like a n-n-nun in black lipstick,
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| Her face powdered like she’s dead
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| She just got done with divorcing
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| The guy who gave her all the bucks
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| I guess she killed her desire to cheat on him
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| By taking up harder drugs
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| Aww, who needs a hug?
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| I’m here for Julie Grave,
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| She’s the type I crave
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| She’s not bikinis and toner
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| And drugstore l-l-lemonade,
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| And she’s wise and brave,
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| So tell all the bubble booties to behave
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| She? |
| s Zsa Zsa, she’s Bettie Page…
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| She’s a top calamity star attraction
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| And not one moment of zero action!
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| Come on, sing the song!
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| Na na na na
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| Na na na na
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| Na na na na na na na na na na
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| Na na na na na na na na na na…
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| Na na na na na na na
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| Na na na na…
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| My double, our couple,
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| Tripled to menage, yeah
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| We? |
| ll ford the River Styx and flow like a drunken boat that
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| Cuts through your blacktop mirage
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| Julie Grave,
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| She’s the one I crave
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| She’s not bikinis or cola or lemonade…
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| God, these jokes are dry,
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| We? |
| re on a golden elevator to the sky,
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| My little Gemini…
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| Im here for Julie Grave,
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| She? |
| ll be back some day,
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| You? |
| ll hear a six-titted goddess singing a murder melody,
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| and that’s fine with me
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| So give all your bubble booties back to Jesus
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| And kindly l-l-l-l-leave us
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| Oh, Lord, who summoned up Julie Grave? |