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Now I had my three note song, which I could use to pollute the minds of millions of people
Every time they hear (Chocolate, Weasel!)
They would think of me (here we go)
My song, inflicting itself in their little tiny minds, controlling their thoughts, making them think
(Chocolate, weasel) it just
Didn't feel right
