Enter the 49 gates of uncleanliness, said she hoisting up her skirt I held my breath against her fetidness As I gazed upon a swinish flirt I worked like a mule down the pit For seven long days and seven lonely nights It makes one week exactly for those of you Who lack the skills to add things up right Born in this pig sty in my new pants and shirt But I leaped on the fence and I fell in the dirt Great Mr. Peanuts Andels said Battle brained animal with a teethless grin I fled rather than- let myself Be bathed in the unforgiveable sin I went straight home where I was met By my mother with a skirt up over her head Sometimes I wonder just why the Hell I ever bother to get out of bed Born in this pig sty- in my new pants and shirt But I leaped on the fence and I fell in the dirt
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