Winner of the 2009 Kazoo award in the ``Recycled Fish'' category.
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Come along
Harry and
Mary and
Fred
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Am
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G
Let's find some ex
citement, man,
this joint is
dead.
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Am
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G
Pack up the
crap game, drive
down to White
Sands,
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G
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And we'll
make bets on
whether the
Space Shuttle
lands.
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Am
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Sadists and
perverts and
thrill-seekers
we,
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Am
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G
Loitering
out on the
shore of the
sea.
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No one ad
mits that we're
having a
bash
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G
C
As we watch all the
spaceships that
blow up and
crash.
The most violent show on this Earth that you'll see,
All the more 'cause it's real, not just faked on TV.
Drive down to Canaveral and guzzle lite beer
When the shuttle blows up we'll all secretly cheer.
Politicians adore us, the media too,
Getting rich on disaster as they always do,
And perverts who lust for explosions and gore
Haven't been so turned on since the Persian Gulf War
It was a long time before I got up the courage to sing this in
public. It was even longer before I admitted to having written it. At
least Leslie didn't kill me for it.