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Friday night, hold me tight
I want to get spooked on a late night walk with you
Fear and fright in my eyes
Trying to speak to you but my words aren’t coming through
What’s that sound all around?
I might have to pee, there’s rustling in the leaves
Take me back to
Saturday morning
Saturday morning cartoons
Saturday morning
Saturday morning cartoons
We should watch cartoons in your room
We could watch an episode or two
I wanna sleep in your bed with you
I wanna watch cartoons until noon
Oak and pine giants of time
If they can’t hear a tree falling can they hear us scream
Stop your stride, your shoe’s untied
Let me tie your shoe before it gets a hold of you
I think that’s where we came in through
Oh no I think I’m wrong is this the end of our song
Let’s stay home next time
Saturday morning
Saturday morning cartoons
Saturday morning
Saturday morning cartoons
We should watch cartoons in your room
We could watch an episode or two
I wanna sleep in your bed with you
I wanna watch cartoons until noon
We should watch cartoons in your room
Saturday morning cartoons
We could watch an episode or two
Saturday morning cartoons
I wanna sleep in your bed with you
Saturday morning honk shoo
I wanna watch cartoons until noon
Saturday morning cartoons
Danger
Forbidden
Evacuate
Warning
Radioactive
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Crusty Old Smelly Dog
03:29
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This smelly dog that I know
Normally he’s in Chicago
He ran away to the streets
Looking for a bite to eat
He’s gotta follow his nose
Salt and pepper, chili cheese
Ketchup, mustard, onions please
Bastard’s off with my all beef
Little mutt’s a hot dog thief
This smelly dog that I know
This smelly dog that I know
This old man that I know
Every day's the same, he’s reliable
Hazelnut and Irish cream
In his coffee cappuccin’
Actually he’s forgetful
He’s pock-marked, hollow-cheeked
Yellow in his eyes and feet
Jaundice, maybe leprosy
Can’t tell behind his rotten teeth
This old man that I know
This old man that I know
This crusty town that I know
You probably shouldn’t go
Please don’t come, no one leaves
Before you know you’ll wake and sleep
In retirement homes
Same old laws, still no weed
One burger place where we all eat
Outdated homes and pothole streets
It’s where we met that’s pretty neat
This crusty town that I know
This crusty town that I know
This old man that I know
This smelly dog that I know
Smelly dog
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