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When I die you can cut me up and take all that you please,
But pity the poor dumb fool who gets my bleeding spleen.
Corn pone, I born tomorrow, my bone marrow protein filled
Scotch whiskey Men of Tain have come to split your skills.
Hey, hey
I got your heaven, I got your burning hell, I got it all right here.
Wrap them tight in zip-lock bags to benefit good medicines.
If bad, you can toss them back and stuff them in sausages.
Isn`t it something so becoming, a gentlemen of good taste.
The appetizer`s quite the pleaser, but might you pass the pepper please this way.
Hey, hey
I got your heaven, I got your burning hell, I got it all right here.
Fertilizer makes your corn row higher, but makes your back yard stink.
And all the crows know where the wind blows, where water sinks.