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    This is the song with all the things in it
    This song was written to impress Jodie Foster
    Oh baby, work it all night long

    That bottle of Aunt Jemima better stop talking to me
    She's making too much goddamned sense
    She says, "How'd you get your head to be so big
    And your body to be so little?"

    And I don't have the heart to rip her head off
    And pour syrup on my pancakes
    Fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck
    You're not my problem - I'm my problem

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    "Why? Why? Why? Why? Why?" he said
    "Rosanna Arquette doesn't look like a thing like Madonna
    And you'd have to be a moron
    To desperately seek either one."

    This tattoo won't come off
    I thought it was the lick 'em/stick 'em kind
    But I couldn't figure out what that machine was for
    Or why I was in so much pain

    That bottle of Aunt Jemima better stop talking to me
    She's making too much goddamned sense
    I'm really stoned and I think Mom
    Put acid in my orange juice again

    "You big huge phallic representation of mankind"
    She says to my juice glass
    And she turns on me and says something about
    How she hates being a stupid fucking racial stereotype

    Fuck yeah

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