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My daddy is in the movie, in section 45 He's trying to figure out a way To put Marilyn behind the yellow curtains Sleepless, weepless As he keeps on banging his head upon the screen He didn't mean to be rude He didn't mean to be nude in front of all the pretty girls He did a masochistic twist with a razor Played a little song for the duck taped girl A simple operation, practically impossible to blow There were 197 numbers on the table Sketches of ticket to the show Here's a 20 for Madonna A voluptuous girl, a ballerina supreme Was just a German at the back of the commercial delay Here comes the manager, monkey see monkey do For the Monday show A body on attention all the boys are peppering the can Mr. Epileptic, only 17 December Blue in the eyes, blue in the face And the testicles are breaking on the bench Now don't you worry too much I am the doctor with the beautiful touch I'm only here to make you feel a little better today A little better in the usual way So don't you cry I'll fix you up And put a smile on your face Put you together Read the medical news that you never have the chance To understand on your own It's so easy to throw away everything else When you're all alone She tasted good like dangerous pie But then the old man forced me to pry She trades me active pilots of yeast And when she dropped she gave me a kiss I'm going to hell for breaking your trust I had enough in the teenage lust Never ride with citizen cane I wanna know you're going insane