Dave: "Are you ready, Sherman?"
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Sherman: "Yeah, sure, Dave."
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Dave: "Are you ready, Bob?"
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Bob: "Yeah, whatever, Dave."
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Dave: "Are you ready, Melvin?.... Melvin,... MELVIN!!!!"
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Melvin: "Shut up, Dave!"
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Dave: "Melvin, we have a song to do!"
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Melvin: "Not now, Dave."
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Dave: "Yes, now, Melvin..."
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Melvin: "Don't make me kick your ass, Dave!"
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Dave: "Melvin, get over here and do this song!"
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Melvin: "Now, anybody else want to do that song?"
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Producers and engineers: "Uhh, no, no, that's OK,
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it's a stupid song anyway."
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Comin' down from the tree, you know me
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I'm a rabid menace to society
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Take a nibble at your neck and put you in traction
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Had it up to here now it's time for some action
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Fraction of the pain I'm inflictin'
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Puff on an acorn, so addictin'
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Run up your leg and bite impolitely
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And then you'll sound just like me
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Reach for a forty-ounce, dive in take swim
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Killed him on a whim now the maggots are makin' him
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Into a sandwich, I'm just watchin'
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Just stole Dave's car, an '84 Datsun
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Comin' out hard, so hard, I'm a gangsta
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Chipmunks never take no for an answer
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Step to me, and you know I'm-a sweat ya
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Run for your life, 'cause we're comin' to get ya
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When the chipmunks come around better run son
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'Cause we reach for the gun and the job gets done
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Take no prisoners, shootin' up everyone
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Here come the chipmunks, better run, better run
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Got two buck teeth that are sharp as a razor blade
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Kill you with my singing, a hardcore serenade Christmas
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Christmas time is near
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Time for me to go get some more beer
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I shoot 'em up till his head looks like a sieve
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And I do pretty well in this Hell where I live
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Collected walnuts, get enough in there
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That I'll be bustin' nuts all winter
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Do you understand where I'm goin' 'cause I've had it up to here
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So I'm throwin' out this lame-brain career
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And now I'm doin' what I rightfully should
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Shootin' up punks in this neck of the woods
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Rabies is what I'm-a give you a case of
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If you say I'm cute then I'll chew your face off
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If you don't' think I'm rough, tough and spectacular
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You better run now, 'cause I'm comin' after ya
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When the chipmunks come around better run son
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'Cause we reach for the gun and the job gets done
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Take no prisoners, shootin' up everyone
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Here come the chipmunks, better run, better run
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Take a hit from the acorn, get me all blunted
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Three inches high 'cause my growth was stunted
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I try to talk tough but it just won't work
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'Cause it's hard to sound tough when you talk like Urkel
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So I don't try to talk when the punks start to walk
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In my face pretty soon they're outlined with chalk
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And I walk away with my chipmunk pals
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And we go to try and pick up some chipmunk gals
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Livin' like a rodent who done lost his mind
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Ain't never gettin' stuck in some guy's behind
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'Cause I take control, and then I take your wallet
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Already today I got three in my pocket
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Rock it like I'm a heavy metal rock star
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Matchbox car souped up like a stock car
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And now there's no way you could ever stop me
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Now I'm comin' to get ya,you and your family
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When the chipmunks come around better run son
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'Cause we reach for the gun and the job gets done
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Take no prisoners, shootin' up everyone
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Here come the chipmunks, better run, better run
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Rabid Chipmunks
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| Sudden Death |
