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Mama had an epideral
Hoping i would be a girl
The night was black
The sky was booming
Darker clouds were surely looming
I heard screaming
Doctor shouts
And baby then i came out

And here i am

Found my way down the street
Chicken hawk's favorite meat
The man was big
The gun was loaded
He had cash but never showed it
I heard screaming
Bleeding throat
And baby i got on the boat

And here i am

Now i'm up here in the trees
Shakin' off the bugs and fleas
The days are long
The sun is beating
Each day i don't die is cheating
Send me some lovin'
Send me some lovin'
Send it now

Send it by giraffe
Or jungle telegraph

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Jungle Telegraph
Eels



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