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The Super-Transition from Head to Dead!
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Older Don’t listen to that
It’s all bogus bunk
But Bill will bite the bone
Built in a box filled with brine
A bit like a palace
That was a change
When an egg walks in
He takes a seat
He crosses his legs
You’re offended by the bastard
Can you believe it?
The nerve!
But you do nothing
“It’s an egg – I understand”
The egg smiles with smooth shininess
“Yes, my soul shines like the yoke
Deep within my gut.
Mind if I smoke a cigar?”
It’s my smoke-free home, but go ahead
When you die of smoke inhalation,
I’ll be the one to scramble you.
