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Aint no Brag,
Pappas got a brand new shoe

My Bamburger Has Been Painfully Snatched

A song for the children of tomorrow.
Written and composed by Spooky.

People, if we all make a little effort, the world can be a happy place once more.
This is my humble gesture. A small step towards that utopian ideal.

When the world, is sleeping, and the people's eyes are closed,
I sometimes, sometimes, wander round,
when the lights of streets are darkened, and the curtains are all drawn,
I sometimes, sometimes take a little look around.

Because its only when we're sleepin, that we see the beauty of the world,
only when we close our eyes to the sadness of the day,
its only as we knock out slumber farts, under the duvets of our lives,
that we can really smell the fear, of another day.

(Chorus)
REACH OUT,
REACH OUT FOR THE CHILDREN,
FOR THE CHILDREN OF TOMORROW,
REACH OUT,
REACH OUT AND HELP THEM,
FOR THEY MAY NOT HAVE TIED THEIR SHOES,
REACH OUT,
REACH OUT AND SUPPORT THEM,
IN CASE THE BIG LOG IN THE RIVER IS SLIPPY,
AND THAT WAY, YOU CAN BE SURE, THEY DON'T TAKE A CHUNK OFF THEIR HEADS,
OR DROWN.

When the world, the world is eating,
I sometimes, sometime excuse myself,
and I leave the table to inspect the kitchens of our lives,
and sometimes, sometimes, I lick the bowl.

Becuase Hygiene is like the answer to a question based on germs,
and children ask a lot of questions, when you try to see the finals,
but its only when we make sure that we have a healthy kitchen,
that we can really leave the newborns rolling around on the linoleum without fear of contracting toxic-plasmosis.

(Chorus)
REACH OUT,
REACH OUT FOR THE CHILDREN,
FOR THE CHILDREN OF TOMORROW,
REACH OUT,
REACH OUT AND GIVE THEM SOME STICKS,
AND INSTRUCT THEM IN KAYAK BUILDING,
REACH OUT,
REACH OUT AND PADDLE,
AND TELL THEM TO GET YOU SOME CORN-BUTTS,
YOU CAN EAT THEM HOT OR COLD, AND THEY WILL STILL BE DELICIOUS BUTT SHAPED PIECES OF CORN,

When the women of the world are tweezing,
I sometimes, sometimes try on some blouses,
and I feel the way a woman often feels,
its important to understand that women, wearing womens clothing,
are thus forced to spend their days with a dizzy sensation and a state of constant arousal.

CAST OFF THE LYCRA BONDAGE, CAST ASIDE THE SILKEN GARBS,
I KNOW THEY KEEP YOU IN A STATE OF SENSUAL HYSTERIA,
CAST OFF THE SKIMPY UNDERWEARS, REMOVE THOSE STRINGY ITEMS,
I FELT THEIR AWFUL POWERS, MY

I woke today to discover that nobody is speaking to me anymore. My friends have deserted me, my girlfriend is long gone, my parents disown me, the man in the shop won't stroke my hand when he gives me my change, the train driver no longer tosses me his old newspaper as he passes, the pidgeons no longer dive bomb the pavement ahead of me to ensure ease of passage, infact, the passage has blocked itself off to me now, my nose refuses to smell, my arms claim to belong to somebody else. My eyes are acting independently of myself and each other, my beard has stopped growing, my teeth have wandered off to find more suitable habitation, my skin oh whats the point, I am making all of this up anyway for one thing. For another, nobody in the whole wide world ever reads this Blog anyway. How could they? you have to know its here to find it, and even then you have to have a password and a bingo card with the winning line on it, and

and

oh. Goodbye. There doesn't appear to be a facility for destructing Blogs, so this one will prolloblably sit here festerating until one day when I am unemployed and have nothing better to do than to retrace my own journey into the inflammation soupy highbrowww.goodbye.com/

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