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ever had 
Sweet potato pie
Don't want pumpkin again, 
No, they don't want

'Cause it don't taste right, no
Look-a-here city boy with your 
Silks
Turn up the record cause the song's just begun
I'm smashing pumpkins like it's November 1
Wish britney'd hit me one more time on the phone
So
spirit ring
Mel: Root beer anyone?
Both: Later we'll have pumpkin pie
And we'll do some carolling
Mel: There's plenty of pumpkin pie left by the way
childhood pumpkin pie and Halloween
And the magic in a young boy's hopes and dreams.
Time time goes on endlessly just like a river runnin' surely to the sea
spirit ring
Mel: Root beer anyone?
Both: Later we'll have pumpkin pie
And we'll do some carolling
Mel: There's plenty of pumpkin pie left by the way
spirit ring
Mel: Root beer anyone?
Both: Later we'll have pumpkin pie
And we'll do some carolling
Mel: There's plenty of pumpkin pie left by the way
Pumpkins Halloween

(Shaggy 2 Dope)
"Awwwwwwwwww, yeah, it's that special time of year, boys and girls, 
so come to the pumpkin patch and bring your
Black Jesus on a burning cross
Even nuns getting splashed by filth at bus stops
Under a moon and a veil
Skin splinters out of its jail
Where
matrimony
I'm not ready yet
Married I can always get

It's not for me
With all it's smug convivial joy
That ever constant smashing a toys
Wrecks your
Instead of spa, we'll drink brown ale
And pay the reckoning on the nail;
No man for debt shall go to jail
From Garryowen in glory.

We are the boys who
to the Chicken Shack
And the smashing of the glass
And the knife in the back, well
My boy who would've believed your lies? 
All your lies? 

And no-one's
matrimony
I'm not ready yet
Married I can always get

It's not for me
With all it's smug convivial joy
That ever constant smashing a toys
Wrecks your
Boy, Billy Boy?
And is she very tall, Charming Billy?
She's as tall as any pine, and as straight as a pumpkin vine
But she's a young thing and cannot
to Susan's house
She's gonna make it right

Down by the Donut Prince a fifteen year old boy lies on the sidewalk
With a bullet in his forehead
In a final
house
I can't be alone tonight

Down by the donut prince a 15 year old boy
Lies on the sidewalk with a bullet in his forehead
In a final act
to Susan's house
She's gonna make it right

Down by the Donut Prince a fifteen year old boy lies on the sidewalk
With a bullet in his forehead
In a final
Boy, Billy Boy?
And is she very tall, Charming Billy?
She's as tall as any pine, and as straight as a pumpkin vine
But she's a young thing and cannot
He's just waiting

All the white boys in the stay pressed slacks
They're home for the summer from college
Staying out late, getting rowdy at the bar
Boy, Billy Boy?
And is she very tall, Charming Billy?
She's as tall as any pine, and as straight as a pumpkin vine
But she's a young thing and cannot
to Susan's house
She's gonna make it right

Down by the Donut Prince a fifteen year old boy lies on the sidewalk
With a bullet in his forehead
In a final
row
He's just waiting

All the white boys in the stay pressed slacks
They're home for the summer from college
Staying out late, getting rowdy
[Narration]
Once upon a time in a remote Tasmanian trailer park
There was born a baby boy by the name of Nedson Willbry
One day when Nedson was
to come by; real niggaz you 'know?
That ain't on no gay shit, that's on some real shit, dig that
Oh boy! Uhh.. (Not on no gay shit nigga, be pimpin)
Parody of Mama DOn't Get Dressed Up For Nothing by Brooks & Dunn (Kix Brooks/Don Cook/Ronnie Dunn, Sony/ATV Tunes L.L.C. dba Cross Keys
out of here 

Hear me boy, there won't be no joy 
It'll all be swell when I burn in hell 
I love the Devil and his red eyes 
I know he's the fucker