A Complicated Song
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Uh huh, extra cheese.
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Uh huh, save a piece for me.
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Pizza party at your house,
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I went just to check it out.
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19 extra larges,
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What a shame, no one came.
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Just us, eatin' all alone,
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You said, "take the pizza home.
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No sense lettin' all this go to waste,"
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So then I faced
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Pizza all day, and everyday, this cheese 'round the clock,
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Is gettin' me blocked, And I sure don't care for irregularity.
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Tell me,
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Why'd you have to go and make me so constipated
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'Cause right now I'd do anything to just get my bowels evacuated,
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In the bathroom.
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I sit and I wait and I strain and I sweat and I clench and I feel the pain
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Oh, should I take a laxative or have my colon irrigated.
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No, no, no.
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I was feelin' pretty down,
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'Til my girlfriend came around.
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We're just so alike in every way, I gotta say.
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In fact, I just thought I might,
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pop the question there that night.
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I was kissin' her so tenderly,
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But woe is me.
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Who would've guessed, her family crest.
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I'd suddenly spy, tattoo'd on her thigh.
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And son of a gun, it's just like the one on me.
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Tell me.
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How was I supposed to know we were both related?
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Believe me if I knew she was my cousin we never would've dated.
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What to do now?
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Should I go ahead and propose and get hitched and have kids with 11 toes,
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And move to Alabama where that kinda' thing is tolerated.
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No, no, no.
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(no no)x11
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(oooh)
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I had so much on my mind,
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I thought maybe I'd unwind.
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Try out that new roller coaster ride,
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And the guide...
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Said not to stand, but that's a demand,
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That I couldn't meet, I got on my feet,
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And stood up instead and knocked off my head you see!
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Tell me!
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Why'd I have to go and get myself decapitated?
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This really is a major inconvenience, oh man I really hate it.
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It's such a drag now.
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can't eat, I can't breathe, I can't snore, I can't belch or yodel anymore,
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Can't spit or blow my nose or even read Sports Illustrated.
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Oh no!
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Why'd I have to go and get myself all mutilated? (yeah yeah)
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I gotta tell ya, life without a head kinda makes me irritated.
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What a bummer.
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I can't blink, I can't cough, I can't sneeze.
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But my neck is enjoyin' a pleasant breeze now.
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Haven't been the same since my head and I were separated.
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No, no, no.
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Constipated
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| Weird Al Yankovic |
