He wants to be the big shot in your eyes.
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"But he's in flux memorandum!"
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Caught behind two fuck fearing awful bloodshot eyes.
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"Oh god he's coming closer!"
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He's Mr. Best, center of everyone's conversation,
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and repelled by his wince.
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We'd like him best to be strung up
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Just like a constellation.
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At least he'd finally be a star.
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Bring in Mr. Turkey and have him sing along,
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"I got the stories to tell ya!"
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Wrap him up in rat skin and rock him until his sleeps.
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And push him on down stream!
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Light up the whole place and have him dance for us.
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He's got a past of obsessions!
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Write up a story and have him read out loud.
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The voice rings of apparitions!
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Now this one wants to sit in the back and
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Complain and draw attention to
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Everyone of his pains, he eats that shit
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To feed the shit in his veins.
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Like this one is different when it's all the same.
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He's Mr. Best. Center of everyone's conversation,
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Repelled by his wince,
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We'd like him best to be cut open in the console cavern,
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At least he'd make history.
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He walks through the tavern just like a squid.
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Dripping salt water discharge!
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Flops on the bar and proceeds to slither right on in.
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Envelopes bottles like he does ships!
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Very quick.
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I know that you want to be or be square.
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You want to be there.
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You want this to be fair.
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He wants to be there.
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He came down by the hole. Jumped right on in.
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He had no lungs so he didn't bother to swim.
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Take all the women. Take all kids.
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Throw the dirt in and show him we're still friends.
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Prince Squid
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| These Arms Are Snakes |
