Well, the bum was in my trash
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He's pickin' out all the cans
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Firewater burnin' up his poor swollen glands
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The Lysol and Listerine
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It went to his head
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He eats boot black rotted on a
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Piece of white bread
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He did the Pink, yeah the Pink Elephant
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Blinded by the sauce, you know
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I'd rather stay bent
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I do the Pink, the Pink Elephant
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Blinded by the sauce, you know
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I'd rather stay bent
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Sleazy P. Martini ran the Pink Elephant
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With hot-pink curtains where the sloe gin decants
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A shave and a haircut knock knock
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Would for sure get you in
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To see the Cherry Poppin' Daddies play
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The lampshades were zebra skin
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We did the Pink, the Pink Elephant
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Blinded by the sauce, you know
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I'd rather stay bent
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I do the Pink, the Pink Elephant
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Blinded by the sauce, you know
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I'd rather stay, rather stay bent
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Hell yeah, I'd rather stay bent
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My mouth is like a circus, but I'm always in debt
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I'd never pass the bar unless I thought it was wet
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But that's the way they sucker me to my final resolve
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But when you shake 'em up, I'm drinkin 'em down
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You hand it to the Pink, yeah the Pink Elephant
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Blinded by the sauce, you know
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I'd rather stay dead
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I do the Pink, the Pink Elephant
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Blinded by the sauce, you know
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I'd rather stay, I'd rather stay, I'd rather stay
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I'd rather stay bent, I'd rather stay bent
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Pink Elephant
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