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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
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
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
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
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
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
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
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
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
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
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
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
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)
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
Yeah! Yeah! Slim Thugga!
I don't think they ready for this beat
We gon take them boys to Texas right quick

You know Tha Boss talk shit, walk
one, brand new matter fact
Mad and black, hit the highway, make the web to the 'packs
I bet she probably choosing, and I bet she down to smashing
I
[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