The amount of shit you have figured out
Is smaller than a hill of beans.
The path you follow turns this way and that
Straight through in-betweens.
Damned if you do.
Damned if you don’t.
You wanna stop but
The wolves, they won’t.
Who dat at da do’?!
Don’t nobody move!
Hafta fake ’em out.
Leave ’em onna hoof.
Raindeer onna roof.
Come out! Come out, Goof!
Man oh man, leave me alone!
Get outside! Outside my home!
I’ll turn on you.
May turn you off.
Course, then it be just me…
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