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Saturday, April 21, 2018
I Scream, You Scream. . . .
Paisano I tell you this
Life is a one helluva big ice cream cone
That’s a melting lickety-split so
You don’t wanna stand there
With your little finger jammed
Up your ass doing nothin’—
You gotta lick it, capisce?
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