Follow your nose, it always knows the flavor of jam where ever it goes,
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Terror in the supermarket, shoppers are in horror,
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Shredded boxes in the aisles, corpses on the floor,
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Those who ran, this joy is mine, now they're going to pay,
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Sugar coated slaughter now the order of the day!
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Toucan Son of Sam!!
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Toucan Son of Sam!!
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Toucan Son of Sam!!
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Silly rabbit, Trix are for kids.
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Follow your nose, it always knows the flavor of death where ever it goes,
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Orphaned at the age of five, parental guidance missed,
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Rice Crispies wouldn't talk to him and he got really pissed,
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The remittal chemicals have driven him insane,
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Now we know the calling like it's ringing 'round his brain,
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Toucan Son of Sam!!
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Toucan Son of Sam!!
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Toucan Son of Sam!!
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Snap! Crackle! Pop!
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Toucan Son of Sam!!
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Toucan Son of Sam!!
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Toucan Son of Sam!!
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Toucan Son of Sam!!
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Toucan Son of Sam!!
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Toucan Son of Sam!!
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Toucan
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Son
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Of
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Sam!
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Part of your nutritious breakfast!
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Cereal Killer
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| Green Jelly |
