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I made a fool of myself I sadly decided that dancing as I did To sing was a thing that was sure I found me a teacher a crotchety creature Who
Notch it up then volume down Crotchety, no fraudster found Speed racer, fullest reverse Count the votes, in Broward first Eat it up, with extra
magically attractive drasticly indowed rocket powerd cock unit none allowed talking about it dont even look at me sideways or crookedly i'm crotchety in
a prize for writing I ransacked the library for inspiration And I vandalized Chandler's grave I slammed it out all crotchety like Dorothy Parker
religion Brother of no relation I owe you And lately I've been In one of my crotchety moods I snap at anyone That I feel spews platitudes But there's no
clock on the dot Still watching me jot Like a crotchety sasquatch with hibachi and pot I'm a dumbass eating hummus With pumice up in my thermos Trying
where I oughta be Tragedy often mistaken for comedy Remarkably often see me acting crotchety Living responsibly, still feeling wobbly I am not the person
was thinking How I could Move out right now Had to think with a whinge Splenetic & petulant Yeah she touched my crotch Make me crotchety I got the heart
grown Some be hatin' but they commonly crotchety folk Out complaining when they oughta be rockin' the boat Cross between that bb king and Easy e A little
that, crotchety in my old age Before you know it I'll be up in McDonald's 7am, with eight other gentlemen, discussing our time in the war No more (Yeah)
a blanket Oh great now the kid Next door is dribbling No peace and quiet Need a reminder quick That Murphy's law Is always in effect Crotchety old man Up in
The crotchety house guest got a little too settled in Time to move on my little demon I'm elevating my resonance Break out Save your hate Shut your mouth Take
and repeat Always so crotchety You think I wanted this seat? It lost its novelty When shit moved on from me You cld just lay low And watch the rest fall
Shot a miss So many nights I've toiled over this Once around Crotchety young man make it count I make my own news out on the fly Do much more than
Cut the continent loose Spies like us should just drift Death to the man more Northern than I am The crotchety scud at my table Dogs fill up
cock unit None allowed talking about it Don't even look at me sideways or crookedly I'm crotchety in more ways than one I'm macho Watch out now I'm fury
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