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The quizmaster with his withered crones The talkshow hosting movie stars, the politician licking feet The mugger, the rapist, the arsonic lover All smile out from
If they auctioned my heart On The Sale of the Century Would it still be there At the end of the show? Would the Quizmaster-man Call it a booby
a chance if it isn't true this phony quizmaster in his old-fashioned suit his brittle laughter filling the room the brainwashed sea lions in
camper Dat wil ik ook Losgaan op een festival Ja dat wil ik ook Kleding met een merk erop Ja dat wil ik ook Quizmaster spelen Ja dat wil ik ook Een biertje
brushed out quick like make-up flicks Laid out like lino Taking that time out, yeah Quizmaster final Wax on like vinyl Don't take my time, bro Don't waste
our perfection Hinted by the prince Of Cyrus cylinder Written by the visitors I minister To bless the listener Increasing integers I quizmaster Word
Werbepause Ende die Raketen im Anflug Der Quizmaster trägt einen Camouflage-Anzug Die Wette gewinnt Frau H aus Frankfurt Gratulation, sie tippte auf 2500 Tote
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