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and found, make it nice and fine all the time 'Cause I'm a real nice guy and I'm free as hell To be a cornpone faggot dressing really, really well In my big
Claymons Dome, and Lord knows I'm cornpone. I'm the star's that fell on Alabama Hot coffee in the morning, and an old smoked ham A dusty delta dawn,
(Hit the North) are corn-pones, guaranteed Hit the North Computers and fashion hotels Cops can't catch criminals But what the heck, they're not too
(Hit the North) are corn-pones, guaranteed Hit the North Computers and fashion hotels Cops can't catch criminals But what the heck, they're not too
(Hit the North) are corn-pones, guaranteed Hit the North Computers and fashion hotels Cops can't catch criminals But what the heck, they're not too
Rufus Cornpone Was foaming at the mouth Talking about conspiracies I never heard about I said Hey Are you the LBJ I said Hey Are you the LBJ He was
Hit the North My Cat says eeeee-ack Hit the North 95% of hayseeds are corn-pones, guaranteed Computers infest the hotels Cops can't catch
Corset was hard to live with Geneveve was harder yet Monique only ate with the tip of her tongue Cornpone we left at the vet Mars bar by far my least
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