Strange and quirky, with Dr. Seuss-ish lyrics and a a raw, childish sound, musically.
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When will the break be
Wonder where and why I do
But sorry I'm a know-not in deeds undo
This know I true and argue yes it seems being
Is a be you do
Action is when still quits stopping
Know that and told them they will say I did or not
But matter doesn't be if not it is you see
so stick it up a tree
Words as these thought I true and not un-so
Even mean less than true could be imagined more so
Good is it whether known or known to yet be
Mattered maybe not or so let's all get in a boat and row
Holy sheep shears lookit over here
There's a flute in my gumboot I'm checkin' if it squeaks
Well the boot does the flute just leaks
Get my gun I'm gonna plug it
One thing I know yes no song sings
Like a bell done dung well ding don't dong
Til ya tug it by the thing hell I'll ding dang near any thing
Don't say don't do do and I won't will
How do you do how do I do what
What a weird way to wonder O-whizzy-gee
My dear Watson L-M-N-O-P
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