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The clouds are really cheap

The way I seen 'em through the forts

Of which there is a half-a-dozen

On the face of my resorts

You wouldn't think I'd have too many

Since I never cared for sports

But I'm never really lonely

In my Excentrifugul Forz



There's always corla plankun

Kim and me can play the blues

And then I'll watch him buff that

Tiny ruby that he use

He'll straighten up his turban

And inject a little ooze

Along a one-celled Hammond organism

Underneath my shoes



And then I'll call pup tentacle

I'll ask him how's his chin

I'll find out how the future is

Because that's where he's been

His little feet got long and flexible

And suckers fell right in

The time he crossed the line

>From later on, the way back when