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Thursday, July 8, 2010

A song I wrote myself

(This is a little rude and has no tune)

Dummy little idiots,
Don't know what to do.
They run like a chicken,
When they feel scared.
They run everywhere,
When they're being chased.
They'll get a special prize,
When they beat their record.

Dummy little idiots,
Don't know what to do.
They don't do anything,
When they feel bored.
Dummy little idiots,
Can't do anything
They don't have a brain,
So their so dumb.

Dummy little idiots,
don't know what to do.
They'll go ape,
When they're going wild.
They'll do the opposite,
Of all of your orders.
So say the opposite,
Of your very own orders.

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