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Aha! I can see a new tooth coming in |
[Kansas Sam] |
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To plug up that hole in your seven-year grin |
[Kansas Sam] |
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Take care of it, not like your indolent dad |
[Beefy] |
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Who doesn't go in for this tooth-brushing fad |
[Grayman] |
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Though a gappy-toothed grin in a kid may look cute |
[Beefy] |
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It might get a potential suitor the boot
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[Karin]
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Aha! I see you're growing fins and claws |
[Francine] |
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How sweet! They're exactly like Mother-In-Law's! |
[Kansas Sam] |
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And your mother's thrilled that a mutant we've spawned |
[Francine] |
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A new evolutionary era has dawned |
[Beefy] |
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Slogging toward some postmordial muck |
[Will H] |
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Although, to be honest, I'd hoped for a duck
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[Beefy]
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Aha! I can hear that you've grown a new mouth |
[archaeopteryx] |
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And to judge by the drawl, it comes from the Deep South |
[Beefy] |
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Now you can speak with your mouth full at last |
[Grayman] |
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Your sideshow appeal will be vast |
[Francine] |
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I'm not quite so keen on the third row of teeth |
[Beefy] |
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The thought of orthodontists' bills makes me seethe
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[Francine]
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Aha! I can see men in black have appeared |
[Beefy] |
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There was a flash of light, and you've disappeared |
[archaeopteryx] |
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Perhaps I should send for our dear parish priest |
[Beefy] |
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Who mistook our dog for the 666 Beast |
[Francine] |
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I love all my kids, but to speak on the level, |
[Beefy] |
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Your ma's a Wiccan and your real dad's the devil
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[Francine]
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Aha! Does this mean the Apocalypse nears? |
[Beefy] |
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Our Damien's thrown sand in the cosmic gears? |
[Francine] |
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Let's grab our belongings and head for the hills |
[Beefy] |
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As your head rotates and your wrath overspills |
[Francine] |
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And let us reflect, as we wait for The End, |
[Beefy] |
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On whether your tooth will have time to descend |
[Kansas Sam] |