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Les Claypool

Les: I'm going down to South Park, Gonna have myself a time. Stan/Kyle together: Friendly faces everywhere, Humble folks without temptations. Les: Going

When Amanitas came, he could not obstain and he took a juicy bite. He felt that he could see, the forest beyond the trees, and she squeezed his head real

the bowels gurgle a bit more these days it seems and he thinks more about the way he saunters 'round the posture of his father is not his chosen destination

I like the rumble of the diesel and the smell of the oil I percolate my coffee off the radiator boil I been chasin' tuna nearly 27 years I got the eyeballs

I got me an Iowan gal You should see my Iowan Gal. I got me an Iowan gal. You may try to win her, but you never will pal, my purebred, cornfed Iowan

I'm David Makalaster Your ten o'clock newscaster My lips are moving faster than My mind can comprehend I'm David Makalaster Your ten o'clock newscaster

[Chorus] Who wants to go to D's Diner? (I do) Who wants to go down to D's? (me) There's a place just off the GRavenstein Where the milkshakes flow like

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Big man, pig man, ha ha, charade you are You well heeled big wheel, ha ha, charade you are And when your hand is on your heart You're nearly a good laugh