"18 Hour Sleepover"  Parental Advisory genre: Abstract
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	Story Behind the Song We cooked this one up about a week after a party we all went to. It took about 3 hours from lyrics to recording. However, some events in life can never be truly conveyed. We'll leave everything else up to your imagination, since you may have had an 18 hour sleepover too! Lyrics (Talking) Chubbs: Truth or dare game, that's the best. Put these lightweights to the test. I've waited and waited for my own turn they'd laugh and laugh and crash and burn. Lo and behold my name was called my truth or dare game had come true and in one single love filled dare my secret was revealed. And on one knee I proclaimed my love, please marry me. (NVS threatens Chubbs, Chubbs gets cute.) NVS: The chaos in bumpin' in my head and if I choose the wrong girl I might end up dead. Oh no my face is probably getting red cause I'm really really embarrassed AAGGGH! Alright now comin' in the room it's Mia hey Mia put away the camera. It's messing me up. (NVS loses what little rhythm he has) Either way this situation is getting out of this world and I thought man forget it gimme your girl! (Zolphin is attacked by rabid fans.) (Copyright faces Lambeau and NVS in an odd freeze game.) (Phantom Lizard goes on a silent but violent rampage and the others try to negotiate the missing Dr. Pepper.) Jager: Aw man. That felt good. I'm gonna have to find a place to sleep in this hood. All the lights are out. If I don't find a place to rest my head, I'm gonna pout. (Jager finds something wrong.) I'm gonna be crushed up like a tin can if I have to rest on that ottoman. It's getting late I see the dog over there. (Yelling ensues.) There best not be a dog. (Then the morning comes and does it hurt.)

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