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| Darn it, I've got to write some better songs. Something besides clowns and beanstalks. | |
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| Why not write a song about picking your nose and eating the boogers, Greg? | |
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| "Oh, I'm knuckle-deep, baby that's the trick... diggin' this righteous-ass nose-pick..." | |
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| "I'm pickin' 'em out and scarfin' 'em down...come with me, baby, to Boogertown!" | |
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| Hmm...boogers. That's something that hasn't been done to death. | |
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| Yeah, and we can pick our noses and eat the boogers while we're singing about it! | |
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