Boom boom boom boom, ape's a gorilla
The steak is for whom? The sound of vanilla
Buffalo's nose, I'm my own sister, yeah
Watching my phone, the life of a tree-man
I need a clone, twenty-foot wingspan,
Bozos know foes, veggies can kill you dead

Cheese stratospherics, I'm out of toner
When in doubt, sleep, IRS limousine
Slimed cookie dough, the time to get night-drunk
Growing a 'fro, so where is my hair-gunk?
Wanting a trenchcoat, they don't know why I am

I think of excellent lines, but then something rather malign happens.
'Cause when I get an inspiration, somehow I lose my creation.
You ask, how?

Ezra keeps on stealing my t__le

Quacking up math, about the next story
Tornado bath, Al Gore is gory
Why crack a smile? Crack a pistol instead!
Sometimes at night, I feel whiny
Made of graphite, why am I shiny?
When I'll be old, sometimes I thought of you

Ezra keeps on stealing my t__le

...And he's too lame to write a song...

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