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Lyrics
I like sponge, do you like it to
It's not sharp, but what can I do,
They took my axe, my cleaver too,
They put me here for the benefit of you.
I hear the voices coming out of the bog,
I hear the aliens on the planet zog,
We take our medicine, It makes me smile,
They've got a lot on me in their big red file
I like my jacket, my padded room too,
I like the daisies and chopping things in two.
Listen to the voices, they talk to me.
On Monday they told me to be a tree,
Yesterday, my name was Jake,
But today, I am a pancake.
I don't know why you fight fuss,
I don't get stressed, 'cause I am a bus,
I drive around, my fairy land,
I tear things apart with my bear hands
I like my jacket, my padded room too,
I like the daisies and chopping things in two.
My little fairy, sings songs to me,
She does a little twirl, she's so pretty,
She tells me to do the things that I do,
I first found her, while I was sniffing glue.
I don't get angry, not anymore,
I banged my head, against the door,
And when they came to see, what it's about
I ate them up and that's when I got out.
I got no jacket, no padded room too,
I can smell the daisies, chop things up in two.
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