When I die you can cut me up
And take all that you please
But pity the poor dumb fool
Who gets my bleeding spleen
Corn pone, I born tomorrow
My bone marrow protein filled
Scotch whiskey, Men of Tain
Have come to split your skills
Hey, hey, I got your heaven
Hey, hey, I got your burning hell
Hey, hey, I got it all right here
Hey, hey
Wrapped tight in zip-lock bags
To benefit good medicines
If bad you can toss them back
And stuff them in sausages
Isn't it something so becoming?
A gentleman of good taste
The appetizer's quite the pleaser
But might you pass the pepper please this way
Hey, hey, I got your heaven
Hey, hey, I got your burning hell
Hey, hey, I got it all right here
Hey, hey
Fertilizer makes your corn row higher
But makes your backyard stink
And all the crows know where the wind blows
Where water sinks
Hey, hey, I got your heaven
Hey, hey, I got your burning hell
Hey, hey, I got it all right here
Hey, hey
Hey, hey, hey, hey
Hey, hey, hey, hey
Hey, hey, hey, hey
Hey, hey, hey, hey

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