Face Club, pal
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I stepped to the urinal
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I went and fished with my fly
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I'ze tryin' to get a stain off
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When I noticed a guy
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He was punishin' the Bishop
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And zeroed in on my pride
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The subtle comedy amused me
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But I'm afraid I had to make the peeper die
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You're in my Sockable Face Club
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You gotta punchable face, bub
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Grab him, nab him
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Everything you do makes me feel like you need to get a blackened eye
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You gotta a sockable face
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Then there was heard a symphony of punchin'
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It shattered his glass jaw
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Woke up in blood and beer and munchin'
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On some red tongue slaw
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He kind of laid there burblin' and there arose a stench
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Like a million baby diapers
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Then something caramelized on his pants
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You're in my Sockable Face Club
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You gotta punchable face, bub
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You are a sockable guy who how can I say
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What I want to get through to you
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Pal, punch you in the eggs and make 'em runny
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Get up and gallop and go
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Your mama's face in my locket
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Your friends are diggin' the Ho'
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I learned from Larry, Mo, and Curly
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Not to take no guff
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But sneaky peeky got me surly
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I'm a Semper Fi, the kind of guy
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Who likes to play rough
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Drama, drama, drama, drama -- your face
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Hey, there guys step aside, the cleanin' guy is here
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To lay that mop and bucket down
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Clean up blood and beer
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He needs a cigarette 'cause he hates work
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And he has to put up with a lot of jerks
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You're in my Sockable Face Club
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You gotta punchable face, bub
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You're a disgrace to the human race
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You got a stupid look on your face
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Sockable Face Club
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| Cherry Poppin' Daddies |
