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Thrasher:

--- Quote ---They think I am crazy
But I know better
It is not I who am crazy
It is I who am mad
Didn't ya see the crowds
You can't take it from me now
I've had this ice cream bar since I was a child
People always trying to take it from me
Why won't they leave me alone?
--- End quote ---

datalas:

--- Quote ---
Thirty days have Septober
April, June, and Nowonder
All the rest have peanut butter
All except my dear grandmother
She had a little red tricycle
I stole it.. hahaha


I am in love with my little red tricycle
It has pedals, and a seat that has springs
And wheels that have spokes
That don´t speak ´til they´re spoken to
And a little bell that can ring
<ring><ring>See? <ring><ring>See?

Thirty days have Septober
April, June, and Nowonder
All the rest have peanut butter
All except my dear grandmother
She had a little red tricycle
It´s mine now!

When I´m riding my little red tricycle
Why do people always stop and ask me
"Why must you ride on that little red tricycle?
Act your age, you know you´re forty-three."

I didn´t really steal the tricycle from my grandmother
It followed me home

--- End quote ---

Thrasher:

--- Quote ---Our country reeks of trees
Our yaks are really large
And they smell like rotting beef carcuses

And we have to clean up after them
And our sadle sores are the best
We proudly wear womens' clothing
And seering sandblows up our skirts!

And the buzzards, they soar overhead
And poisonous snakes will devour us whole
And our bones will bleach in the sun

That's it!

And we will probably go to (censored)
And that is our great reward
For being the
Ro-oy-oy-al
Canadian Kilted Yaksmen!

C'mon everybody!

Our country reeks of trees
Our yaks are really large
And they smell like rotting beef carcuses

And we have to clean up after them
And our sadle sores are the best
We proudly wear womens' clothing
And seering sand blows up our skirts

And the buzzards, they soar overhead
And poisonous snakes will devour whole
Our bones will bleach in the sun

And we will probably go to (censored)
And that is our great reward
For being the
Ro-oy-oy-al
Canadian
Kilted
YAKSMEN!
--- End quote ---

Yoshi:
killer by the tiger lillies:

I could've been a killer
Who ate his victims' flesh
I could've eat them rotten
I could've eat them fresh

Thrasher:
Rather annoyingly I can't quote the most bizarre lyrics I know ... they are not really family friendly  :oops:

However ... for those who are brave the song titles are :

Pyosisified (Rotten To The Gore)
Festerday
Fermenting Innards
Foeticide
Splattered Cavities
Oxidised Razor Masticator

I still can't beleive we used to cover some of those and I actually *knew* all the words .. sheesh I must be getting old :(

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