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Los Vándalos

Last night I dreamt you called from Costa Rica Yeah the place you've been for the last two weeks You said, "I miss you, oh sweet boy, and will you come

To all the kids with Headgear and braces and freckly faces (Wa-oo wa-oo) Glasses and acne and foster care families (Wa-oo wa-oo) Eating disorders who

House all to myself it was my birthday present But total wrack'n'ruin soon became apparent I just wanted a band to play my favorite song I thought that

judy hates me, stepped on her cat i hate judy, she's gettin' too fat sally left me, i was gettin' kinda cold i left sally, she was gettin' kinda old

Mr. Playboy, Sir Weasel, Poppin Snake, and Mr. Cool Went down to the boulevard to play their ass some pool Illa Zilla, Illa Zilla, Illa Zilla Lady Killer

one two three four master race in outer space they had to leave this earthly place all the allies and the Russians too this nazi shit don't do this

I live in the land of the freeways Home of the smog and traffic The sun and the air The mountains and sea Streams and palm trees The valleys... The

Come here little boy I'm a friend of your mother's I'll give you a candy bar if you get in the car Okay He's got his camera and deep seeded obsessions

Supercalifragilisticexpialidocious Even though the sound of it Is something quite atrocious If you say it loud enough You'll aways sound precocious Supercalifragilisticexpialidocious