plastic in the oceans clutter in the skies here I am back on the surface with you
Rocket man, Eatin' chicken wings up here alone I'm a rocket ma-a-a-an, rocketman...
We all live in a sky blue submarine, a sky blue submarine.
It's a little bit runny This pooh deep inside And when the gas comes You best off run and hide
Every time you go away, you take a piece of meat with you.
wildly content...
s'cuze me while i kiss this guy
under a fig tree
So many tokes, so many beers And all those she's-so-nears Another pint down Screw the fears
The Plot
Duch of the terrace never grew up I hope she never will Says she's a Chemist, sits in her terrace Says she's got time to kill Time to kill
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