Sneak an eyepoke in the pocket
I'll make excuses on the 'gram
'Cause if you like bums dreadful
But you don't mind accents
Then brother, I'm your man

[Chorus]
'Cause where the cope comes from is a mystery
It's like the groaning of the retard
And the crimes of Andy
But here's the one that's driving me berserk:
Why do only fools and tomcels work?

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