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Let "the seven year itch" begin!
Gee, I really love you and we're goin' to get married
Money for nuthin' and your chicks for free
Don't piss off the postal employees
I don't have to put on the red light
Excuse me while I burst out into fits of laughter
Just because I color-coordinate my bat and tennis shoes...
Like sands through the hourglass
Girls who are boys who like boys to be girls
Born with a silver mouse in their hand
Deliver the letter, the sooner the better
This one is for Susan and Sean
I love to feel the rain on my face, taste the rain on my lips
The other monuments so white and clean
Does she look "perky" to you?
You miss too much these days if you stop to think
I want a doctor to take your picture...
Bow wow wow yippee yo yippee yay
It's ladies night and the feelin's right
Oh I wish I was a little bar of soap
Four guys on blog blog baby
Show me, show me, show me how you do that trick
She'll leave her heart in San Francisco
Obviously she only played that role on TV
For the love of all that is holy, why?
Discover your inner bitch
And now for something completely different
I've been working on the railroad...
Maybe they’ll ban markers
May we see your photos please?
'Cuz you can't have the hop if you don't have the hip
Can't we all just get along?
Happy birthday Nikki and Susan!
File it under "sick fucks"
Bells will ring...the sun will shine...
For the times that you wanna go and bust rhymes real slow
Grab a beer - drop your pants - send your wife and kids to France