When is it my turn to dance with the mimes in the box?
I’ll put on a show for you and Knock you out your sox
Hey dear there’s a deer and our brakes aren’t engaging
Good thing for insurance it’s an already paid thing
I told the song to sing but it just chose to be a mute
Whistling Dixie is on whisky and misplaced her flute
Am I making sense? Since I got this far I’ll play it out
I burned the map to the treasure and took another route
Knock knock, who’s there? It’s Bill, the Bill Collector
I hit him with a pot, did the robot and put him on a stretcher
What a lovely day the sky is blue and the sun is very bright
I approached an old lady and said hey baby you wanna fight?
She arose from her walker what a shocker she kicked my butt
She struck with her purse cursed at me first and said “now what!”
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