Class of ’86 Fecal Matter

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[Verse 1]
Boy, would I like to do her
I'd like to jump her bones
Slip her the hot beef injection
I'm hoping she gives me a hand-job
Hum'na hum'na
I got so wasted last Saturday night
Drank a whole half-gallon
Got really sick, puked
It was great, though
And me and my break-dancing friends went out
And beat up some punk rock faggots

[Chorus]
Buffy's pregnant
We'll plan a future
We'll fit the class
Go debate on
Who has the nicest ass
Spread our mind games
With verbal words
We are all the same
Just flies on turds
Clone, clone, clone, clone

[Verse 2]
Saw you yesterday
Eighty-six rules
Did you hear what Marsha said?
"Like, I don't know, I don't know, I don't know."
Chris called me up
And he went and I went
And, oh, my God, I'm so embarrassed
I could just scream
"I swear, I will never talk to him, as long as I live"

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