I was there at the cattle fair
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Where lump fairies swear at glories far beyond the fabric that she wears
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He said 'do you want a chair?'
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I'd join him anywhere!
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A hole in ground in this theater I found
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J.C.'s infernal horde
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They caper, they banter, forming human pyramids
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All to please their infernal lord
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Woah! His name is Jacques Cousteau
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A pussy and I know you know
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I know you know and there he goes
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He goes and grows, oh gosh he knows
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Aboard the Calypso
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The foam beside and a burly sea to ride
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All spell goodness for the master of the whirling pimple tide
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He tried and pried until the rusty hinges sighed
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Then he stepped inside
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He found her there swimming in her seaweed hair
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Looking vaguely like a lover who had hung herself with underwear
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Phosphorescent green and the sex act made obscene
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In Jacques' galleon of hatred this wrinkled Frenchman is a
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living god!!!
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Cousteau you know where the dying dolphins go
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And the wasteland ever growing never slowing till it's far below
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Put it on your TV show
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And let the humans know!!!
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Je M'Appelle J.Cousteau
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| GWAR |
