Álbum You Are What You Is de Frank Zappa - Canciones
You Are What You Is
1981 | 
Estilo(s) | Jazz-Rock,Fusion,Avantgarde
Sello | Barking Pumpkin Records
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- Teen-Age WindVer letra 3:01
[X]Frank Zappa (lead vocals)letra de Teen-Age Wind
Ray White (guitar, vocals)
Steve Vai (guitar)
Tommy Mars (keyboards, vocals)
Bobby Martin (keyboards, saxophone, vocals)
Scott Thunes (bass)
Chad Wackerman (drums)
I gotta be free
Free as the wind
Free as the way
I gotta be
Maybe I'm lost
Maybe I've sinned
I gotta be totally free
Our parents don't love us
Our teachers they say
Things that are boring
So were running away
And we will be free
And people will see
That when we are free
Thats the way we should be
We must be free
We must be free as the wind
We were free well when we were born
We were born free but now
We are not free anymore
But we wanna be free
And were gonna be free
So we wanna be free
And were gonna be free
Did you know that:
Free is when you don't
Have to pay for nothing
Or do nothing
We want to be free
Free as the wind (4x)
We wanna, yeah-heah, we wanna, yeah-heah,
we wanna, yeah-heah, we wanna be free
We gonna, yeah-heah, we gonna, yeah-heah,
we gonna, yeah-heah, we gonna be free
We gotta, yeah-heah, we gotta, yeah-heah,
we gotta, yeah-heah, we gotta be free
We gotta, yeah-heah, we gotta, yeah-heah,
we gotta, yeah-heah, we gotta be free
We gotta, gotta
Gotta be free
Gotta be free
Gotta be free
Yeah-heah, yeah-heah
(etc., repeat) - Harder Than Your HusbandVer letra 2:28
[X]We must say good-byeletra de Harder Than Your Husband
There's no need for you to cry
It's better that I tell you this tonight
Our affair has been quite heated
You thought I was what you needed
But the time has come, my darlin'
To set things right, 'cause
I'll be harder than yer husband
To get along with
Harder than yer husband every night
Harder than yer husband
Harder than yer husband
An' I don't want our love affair
To end with a fight
You been like a little angel
How you loved me
I appreciate the warmth of your embrace
Well, the world don't need to know
How I adored you
But there's somethin' I must tell you, darlin'
Face to face...
I'll be harder than yer husband
To get along with
Harder than yer husband every night
Harder than yer husband
Harder than yer husband
An' I don't want our love affair
To end with a fight
So it's adios, adios, my little darlin'
(adios my little darlin'...)
Gotta go now...
Keep that hankie that I gave you for
when you cry
There are things that trouble me
And I'm sure that you must see
That it breaks my heart the same as yours
When we say good-bye
Harder than yer husband
Harder than yer...much, much, much
Harder than yer husband
Harder than yer...much, much, much
Harder than yer husband
Harder than yer...much, much, much
Harder than yer husband
Harder than yer... - DoreenVer letra 4:43
[X]Doreen...don't make me waitletra de Doreen
Til tomorrow
Oh-wo-no-oh-wo...
Please darling
Let me love you tonight
An' it'll be awright
You...can't make me say
I don't want you
Oh-wo-no-oh-wo...
My heart
Is burning with love
And I want you tonight
I really love you
You make me feel good
Please don't deceive me
Doreen you know you should
Stay with me always
We could be lovers
Doreen you're different
Then all the...others
Doreen...don't make me wait
Til tomorrow
Oh-wo-no-oh-wo...
Please darling
Let me love you tonight
An' it'll be awright
You...can't make me say
I don't want you
Oh-wo-no-oh-wo...
My heart
Is burning with love
And I want you tonight - Goblin GirlVer letra 4:07
[X]Hob-noblinletra de Goblin Girl
Wit de goblin
De Goblin Girl
From da mystery world
Hob-noblin
Wit de goblin
She's black 'n green
'Cause it's Halloween
Raggedy black
Is the way she dress
Little green shoes
'N her hair's a mess
On Halloween night
At de costume ball
She's a Goblin Girl
An' she can gobble it all
She's a goblin
She's a Goblin Girl
She's a goblin
She's a Goblin Girl
I been hobblin'
'Cause of the Goblin
Goblin Girl ...Goblin Girl
Some girls like
To dress like a witch
Some girls like to dress like a queen
Best way a girl
Can dress for me
Is in a Goblin suit
(They look so cute...)
When they're a goblin
There ain't a problin
When they're a goblin
I start a-wobblin'
Pink all over
Some is tan
Goblin Girls
From every land
They look good
From any which-a-way
Every Halloween
You can hear me say:
"Goblin Girl, take it away..."
Hob-noblin
Wit de goblin
De Goblin Girl
From da mystery world
(TRICK OR TREAT NOW...etc)
Talkin' 'bout the bad girls
All the Goblin Girls
Talkin' 'bout the bad, bad girls
The little Goblin Girls
Some are called Doreen
Some are dressed in green
They're tricking your treat
But they're bad girls
They're very bad girls
(LEPRECHAUN LIGHT...etc.)
They make your face look like
you got scales on it
But that's okay...
When the green light shines down
On the black guys in the band
Everybody in the audience
Thinks they're seeing something
That looks like it's made out of
Fish skin
But Coy leaves the green gels in the truss
Because he knows the guys in the front
Really enjoy looking like they've got
Scales all over their body... - Theme from the 3rd Movement of Sinister Footwear 3:34
- Society PagesVer letra 2:27
[X]You're the ol' lady from the society pagesletra de Society Pages
From a small town somewhere i used to be
You owned the paper and a bunch of other stuff
That didn't appeal to me
Ol' lady ol'lady
Ol' lady ol'lady
Ol' lady ol'lady
Ol' lady ol'lady
The hostpital plans (yer brother drew 'em all)
You ran the paper 'n charity ball
Every day on the third or fourth page
There you was..you was quite the rage
Somehow you was all kinda cheap 'n wrong
Just like in a lotta small towns
Where folks like you
Hang around too long
And pass out jobs to yer relatives 'n such
So you all keeps a lot, 'n nobody else
Ever gets too much...to speak of...
So what? what can you say?
So long as the trash gets picked up
So long as the trash gets locked up
Just so the trash don't stack up
Some day you won't be on page three
Or page four anymore
Ol' lady ol'lady
Ol' lady ol'lady
Ol' lady ol'lady
Ol' lady ol'lady
By the grace of god you had a son
He's the one and only one
He grew up and by and by
He came to be a beautiful guy - I'm a Beautiful Guy 1:56
- Beauty Knows No PainVer letra 3:01
[X]Beauty knows no painletra de Beauty Knows No Pain
So what you cryin' about
Girl
Beauty knows no pain
So what you cryin' about
Girl
Beauty knows no
Beauty knows no
Beauty knows no
Even if yer plain
You could be tryin' it out
Girl
Even if yer plain
You could be tryin' it out
Girl
Beauty is no
Beauty is no
Beauty is no
Beauty is a bikini wax 'n waitin' for yer nails to dry
Beauty is colored pencil, scribbled all around yer eye
Beauty is a pair of shoes that makes you wanna die
Beauty is a
Beauty is a
Beauty is a
Lie
But you don't care if it's a lie
'Cause you are such a beautiful guy
Your head is north, your feet is south
And you save the rest for Charlie's
mouth
Your head is north
Your feet is south
And you save the rest for
CHARLIE'S ENORMOUS MOUTH... - Charlie's Enormous Mouth 3:36
- Any Downers?Ver letra 2:09
[X]And all aroundletra de Any Downers?
At the side of the grave
Stood charlie's friends
Who could not save
This stupid girl
From the way she behaved
But among the mourners
And the frowners
A cry were heard...(aaaargh!)
Any downers?
Any downers?
Any downers?
Any downers?
No i ain't got any more
No i ain't got any more
No i ain't got any more
No i ain't got any more
Your downers are gone
They was all you could get
To ease your mind
And your deep regret
Over charlie's mouth
So enormous 'n wet
Now all you got
Is your tv set
You turn it on
And watch and dream
A dream of love
On the tiny screeen
And what do you see
As you lay in bed?
It's a bald kinda girl
With a pointed head
Oh no... - ConeheadVer letra 4:20
[X]Conehead...she ain't really dumbletra de Conehead
She's just a
Conehead...'tater chip crumbs
All over her face
Is there any more beer
Stashed away at her place? She's just a
Conhead...she can't help herself
"She's a Conehead girl..."
Pitch her a ring
That is the thing
That's getting her hot-uh
A hoop or a ring
Goin' over the top of her Conehead
"She is from a small town in France
'N she's a Conehead kind of a girl, kind
of guy"
That's what she gives me is-uh Oooh!
Conehead
When she's on her knees
The point is so high
I keep sayin' please
Keep it out of my eye, she's a
Conehead
(She's a Conehead kind of a girl, kind of
guy, kind of a girl-thing...)
Saturday Night
You're home alone
The TV lights up
As her dad comes home
He's been workin' all day
At the drivin' school
In a stupid-lookin' hat
That he uses to fool
The people of Earth
Who might get back
If they knew he was really
From Remulak, where the
Conehead...people are from, where the
Conehead...people go to, when the
Conehead...people are done with their
Conehead...things that are fun
Connie the cone
Is dressed real neat
Like a teen-age girl
From down the street
But Mom 'n Dad
They don't approve
Carbohydrates
Is all they groove
Connie's eye
Has a tiny tear
But they rinse it away
With a case of beer
A bag of chips
'N fiberglass
Her diet's a riot
I can't keep quiet
I'd love to try it
But I think I'll pass
To eat that kind of stuff they pack
You'd hafta be from *Remulak*, where the
Conehead...people are from, where the
Conehead...people go to, when the
Conehead...people are done with the
Conehead...things that are fun, where the
Conehead...people are from, where the
Conehead...people go to, when the
Conehead...people are done, with the
Conehead...things that are fun - You Are What You IsVer letra 4:22
[X]Do you know what you are?letra de You Are What You Is
You are what you is
You is what you am
A cow don't make ham
You ain't what you're not
So see what you got
You are what you is
An' that's all it 'tis
A foolish young man
From a middle class fam'ly
Started singin' the blues
'Cause he thought it was manly
Now he talks like the Kingfish
("Saffiiiee!")
From Amos 'n Andy
("Holy mack'l dere . . . Holy mack'l dere!")
He tells you that chitlins . . .
(Chitlins!)
Well, they taste just like candy
He thinks that he's got
De whole thang down
From the Nivea Lotion
To the Royal Crown
Do you know what you are?
You are what you is
You is what you am
A cow don't make ham
You ain't what you're not
So see what you got
You are what you is
An' that's all it 'tis
A foolish young man
Of the Negro Persuasion
Devoted his life
To become a caucasian
He stopped eating pork
He stopped eating greens
He traded his dashiki
("Uhuru!")
For some Jordache Jeans
He learned to play golf
An' he got a good score
Now he says to himself
"I AIN'T NO NIGGER NO MORE . . . HEY! HEY! HEY!"
"I don't understand you . . . "
BWANA MA-COO-BAH
"Would you please speak more clearly . . . "
MERCEDES BAINNNNNNNZ
Who is who
(I don't know . . . )
'N what is what
(Somethin' I just don't know . . . )
'N why is this
(Tell me now . . . )
Appropriot
(That's a funny pronunciation if'n ever I heard one . . . )
If you don't like
(Where'd you get that word?)
What you has got
(Appropriot? The word is not . . . )
Drop it in the dirt
(Drop it yeah . . . )
'N let it rot
(I can smell it now . . . )
Someone else
(Here they come, here they come . . . )
Will surely come
(I told you they was comin')
'N pick it up
(That's right!)
'Cause he wants some
(An' he wants it for free . . . )
And when one day
(There will come a day . . . )
You wonder who
(I wonder too . . . )
You used to was
(Who I was anyway . . . )
'N what you do
(I used to work at the post office . . . )
You'll scratch your head
(But I don't wanna un-do my doo . . . )
'N look around
(Just to see what's goin' on . . . )
But what you lost
(Can't seem to find it . . . )
Will not be found
(A Mercedes Benz . . . )
Do you know what you are?
(I know . . . )
You are what you is
(I'm the kinda guy . . . )
You is what you am
(That ought to be drivin' a Mercedes Benz . . . )
A cow don't make a ham
(A four-fifty SLC . . . )
You ain't what you're not
(A big ol' red one . . . )
So see what you got
(With some golf clubs stickin' out de trunk . . . )
You are what you is
(I'm gwine down to de links on Saturday mornin' . . . )
An' that's all it is
(Gimme a five dollar bill . . . )
YOU ARE WHAT YOU IS
(And an overcoat too . . . )
AND THAT'S ALL IT IS
(Where's my waitress? Yeah . . . )
YOU ARE WHAT YOU IS
(Robbie, take me to Greek Town . . . )
AN THAT'S ALL IT IS
(I'm harder than yer husband; harder than yer husband . . . )
YOU ARE WHAT YOU IS
(I'm goin' down to White Street, to the Mudd Club y'all . . . )
AN THAT'S ALL IT IS
(I'm goin' down 'n work the wall 'n work the floor . . . )
YOU ARE WHAT YOU IS
('N work the pipe 'n work the wall . . . )
AN THAT'S ALL IT IS
(Some more . . . ) - Mudd ClubVer letra 3:11
[X]Hey, they're really dancin'letra de Mudd Club
They're on auto-destruct
On the floor
On the pipe
Bouncin' off-a the wall
Hey, the people here are really
Tearin' it up
On the side
In the back
By the front of the stage
They ain't really crazy
You can take it from me
I should know
'cause i go
Every time i'm in town
If you never tried it
Lemme straighten you out
It's the best kinda place
To unfasten yerself
Mudd club
All the way downtown
Mudd club
They ain't messin' around
Just turn to the left 'n look around
It's there somewhere
If you ain't found it, better
Hurry up
The folks down there's on auto-destruct
And so can you be too
(fact of the matter
It's made for you...)
Try it on a saturday 'bout four o'clock in
The mornin'
Or even on a monday at midnight
When there's just a few of them
Fabulous poodles
Doin' the peppermint twist for real
In black sack dresses with nine inch heels
And then a guy with a blue mohawk comes in
In serious leather...
(and all the rest of whom for which
To whensonever of partially
Indeterminate
Bio-chemical degradation
Seek the path to sudsy yellow nozzle
Of their foaming nocturnal
Parametric digital whole-wheat
Inter-faith
Geothermal terpsichorean ejectamenta
In serious leather...serious chains
Then they work the wall
'n work the floor
'n work the pipe
'n work the wall some more
In serious leather
In serious chains
In serious clothing
From when they come downtown
From the ruins of studio 54
To twist 'n frugg
In an arrogant gesture
To the best of what the 20th century has
To offer, at the
Mudd club
Al malkin's down there now
Looking for a virgin with nice breath...
(why, maybe it's you...
And you don't even know it!)
Hey, they're really dancin'
They're on auto-destruct
On the floor
On the pipe
Bouncin' off-a the wall
Hey, the people here are really
Tearin' it up
On the side
In the back
By the front of the stage
They ain't really crazy
You can take it from me
I should know
'cause i go
Every time i'm in town
If you never tried it
Lemme straighten you out
It's the best kinda place
To unfasten yerself
Work the wall
Work the floor
Work the pipe
In serious pain - The Meek Shall Inherit NothingVer letra 3:10
[X]Some take the bibleletra de The Meek Shall Inherit Nothing
For what it's worth
When it says that the meek
Shall inherit the earth
Well, I heard that some sheik
Has bought New Jersey last week
'N you suckers ain't gettin' nothin'
Is hare rama really wrong
If you wander around
With a napkin on
With a bell on a stick
An' your hair is all gone
(The geek shall inherit nothin')
You say yer life's a bum deal
'N yer up against the wall
Well, people, you ain't even got no kinda
Deal at all
Cause what they do
In Washington
They just takes care of number one
An' number one ain't you
You ain't even number two
Those Jesus freaks
Well, they're friendly but
The shit they believe
Has got their minds all shut
An' they don't even care
When the church takes a cut
Ain't it bleak when you got so much nothin'
(So whaddya do? Hey!)
Eat that pork
Eat that ham
Laugh till ya choke
On billy graham
Moses, aaron 'n abraham
They're all a waste of time
'N it's your ass that's on the line
(It's your ass that's on the line)
Do what you wanna
Do what you will
Just don't mess up
Your neighbor's thrill
'N when you pay the bill
Kindly leave a little tip
And help the next poor sucker
On his one way trip
Some take the bible
(Aw gimme a half a dozen for the hotel room!) - Dumb All OverVer letra 5:50
[X]Whoever we areletra de Dumb All Over
Wherever we're from
We shoulda noticed by now
Our behavior is dumb
And if our chances
Expect to improve
It's gonna take a lot more
Than tryin' to remove
The other race
Or the other whatever
From the face
Of the planet altogether
They call it the earth
Which is a dumb kinda name
But they named it right
'cause we behave the same...
We are dumb all over
Dumb all over,
Yes we are
Dumb all over,
Near 'n far
Dumb all over,
Black 'n white
People, we is not wrapped tight
Nurds on the left
Nurds on the right
Religous fanatics
On the air every night
Sayin' the bible
Tells the story
Makes the details
Sound real gory
'bout what to do
If the geeks over there
Don't believe in the book
We got over here
You can't run a race
Without no feet
'n pretty soon
There won't be no street
For dummies to jog on
Or doggies to dog on
Religous fanatics
Can make it be all gone
(i mean it won't blow up
'n disappear
It'll just look ugly
For a thousand years...)
You can't run a country
By a book of religion
Not by a heap
Or a lump or a smidgeon
Of foolish rules
Of ancient date
Designed to make
You all feel great
While you fold, spindle
And mutilate
Those unbelievers
From a neighboring state
To arms! to arms!
Hooray! that's great
Two legs ain't bad
Unless there's a crate
They ship the parts
To mama in
For souvenirs: two ears (get down!)
Not his, not hers, (but what the hey?)
The good book says:
("it gotta be that way!")
But their book says:
"revenge the crusades...
With whips 'n chains
'n hand grenades..."
Two arms? two arms?
Have another and another
Our god says:
"there ain't no other!"
Our god says
"it's all okay!"
Our god says
"this is the way!"
It says in the book:
"burn 'n destroy...
'n repent, 'n redeem
'n revenge, 'n deploy
'n rumble thee forth
To the land of the unbelieving scum on the other side
'cause they don't go for what's in the book
'n that makes 'em bad
So verily we must choppeth them up
And stompeth them down
Or rent a nice french bomb
To poof them out of existance
While leaving their real estate just where we need it
To use again
For temples in which to praise our god
("cause he can really take care of business!")
And when his humble tv servant
With humble white hair
And humble glasses
And a nice brown suit
And maybe a blond wife who takes phone calls
Tells us our god says
It's okay to do this stuff
Then we gotta do it,
'cause if we don't do it,
We ain't gwine up to hebbin!
(depending on which book you're using at the
Time...can't use theirs... it don't work
...it's all lies...gotta use mine...)
Ain't that right?
That's what they say
Every night...
Every day...
Hey, we can't really be dumb
If we're just following god's orders
Hey, let's get serious...
God knows what he's doin'
He wrote this book here
An' the book says:
He made us all to be just like him,"
So...
If we're dumb...
Then god is dumb...
(an' maybe even a little ugly on the side) - Heavenly Bank AccountVer letra 4:03
[X]And if these words you do not heedletra de Heavenly Bank Account
Your pocketbook just kinda might recede
When some man comes along and claims a godly need
He will clean you out right through your tweed
That's right, remember
There is a big difference between kneeling down and bending over...
He's got twenty million dollars in his heavenly bank account
All from those chumps who was born again
Oh yeah...
Oh yeah...
He's got seven limousines and a private plane
All for the use of his special friends
Oh yeah...
Oh yeah...
He's got thousand-dollar suits and a wembley tie...
Girls love to stroke it while he's on the phone
Oh yeah...
Oh yeah...
At the house of representatives, he's a groovy guy...
When he gives thanks, he is not alone...
He is dealin', he is really dealin'
Irs can't determine where the hook is
It is easy with the bible to pretend that you're in show biz
(And a-one, and a-two, and a...)
They won't get him, they will never get him
For the naughty stuff that he did
It is best in cases like this to pretend that you are stupid
(Doh...)
He's got presidential help all along the way
He says the grace while the lawyers chew
Oh yeah...
They sure do
And the governors agree to say: "he's a lovely man!"
He makes it easier for them to screw
All of you...
Yes, that's true!
'Cause he helps put the fear of God in the common man
Snatchin' up money everywhere he can
Oh yeah...
Oh yeah...
He's got twenty million dollars in his heavenly bank account
You ain't got nothin', people
(Tax the churches!)
You ain't got nothin', people
(Tax the businesses owned by the churches!)
You ain't got nothin', people
Thank the man...
Oh yeah...
That's right
You ain't got nothin'
And they got it all
And your miserable ass
Is up against the wall
The only thing
You have not tried
It's the sport of chumps
And that's suicide - Suicide ChumpVer letra 2:50
[X]You say there ain't no use in livin'letra de Suicide Chump
It's all a waste of time
'n you wanna throw your life away, well
People that's just fine
Go ahead on 'n get it over with then
Find you a bridge 'n take a jump
Just make sure you do it right the first time
'cause nothin's worse than a suicide
Chump
You say there ain't no light a-shinin'
Through the bushes up ahead
'n we're all gonna be so sorry
When we find out you are dead
Go head on and get it over with then
Find you a bridge 'n take a jump
Just make sure you do it right the first
Time
'cause nothin's worse than a suicide
Chump
Now maybe you're scared of jumpin'
'n poison makes you sick
'n you want a little attention
'n you need it pretty quick
Don't wanna mess your face up
Or we won't know if it's you
Aw there's just so much to worry about
Now what you gonna do?
Go head on 'n get it over with then
Go head on 'n get it over with then
Go head on 'n get it over with then
Go head on 'n get it over with then
You're on the bridge;
Scared to leap,
But a girl walks over
To take a peep...
She says: "don't do it!"
But wouldn't you know...
The girl got a head
Like a buffalo
With a little red hair
All over the top
An' her breath would make the
Traffic stop
She says "i love you...
But first, let's eat!"
And all you can say as you run down the
Street
Is... - Jumbo Go AwayVer letra 3:42
[X]Jumbo, go awayletra de Jumbo Go Away
Jumbo, go away
Jumbo leave me alone
Get your head off my bone
I wanna go home
("I'm hungry")
Jumbo lighten up
Jumbo lighten up
Jumbo give me a break
Lighten up on my snake
That's all I can take
(Robbie take me to Greek Town!)
It seems I can't explain
The way I feel about you
You just don't understand
You're from Kalamazoo...
You got to realize
Our little romance deal
Will not materialize
Into a thing that you'd call REAL...
(I think I have worms...)
Jumbo gotta go
Jumbo gotta go
Jumbo better get back
Or your eye will get black
When I give you a smack
(Boo-hoo-hoo...)
Jumbo don't you cry
Jumbo don't you cry
Jumbo this is good-bye
I ain't gonna lie
So wash up your pie
Wash up your pie
(There are three things that smell like
fish!)
Wash up your pie
(One of them is fish...)
Wash up your pie
(The other two...)
Wash up your pie
(Are growing on you...) - If Only She WouldaVer letra 3:47
[X]You took a chanceletra de If Only She Woulda
On Jumbo's love
If only she woulda
Gave you the shove
That might have sent you
On your way
But it's too late now
You got a letter today...
Life and love
Has left you shafted
And of on top of that
You just got drafted - Drafted AgainVer letra 3:05
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Oh no
You're gonna hafta sign fer this, buddy
Oh no
I know you're in there, ya little sumbitch
Oh no
Goddam little communist...
(weep, weep, weep)
I don't wanna get drafted
I don't wanna go
I don't wanna get drafted
Phooey!
I don't wanna get drafted
I don't wanna go
I don't wanna get drafted
No-oh-woh-oh-woh...
Roller skates 'n disco
It's a lot of fun
I'm too young 'n stupid
To operate a gun
Lacelia jackson! come on down!
I don't wanna get drafted
Nancy butterworth! come on down!
You're the next contestants on
Sooooo what!
I don't wanna get drafted
And, but, also...
I don't wanna get drafted
A new car!
I don't wanna get drafted
But that's not all...
My-y-y sister don't wanna get drafted
She don't wanna go
My sister don't wanna get drafted
My-y-y sister don't wanna get drafted
She don't wanna go
My sister don't wanna get drafted
Wars are really ugly
They're dirty and they're cold
I don't want nobody
To shoot me in the fox hole...fox hole
Aiieeeeeeeee...shot in the fox hole
Aiieeeeeeeee...shot in the fox hole
Aiieeeeeeeee...shot in the fox hole
Aiieeeeeeeee...shot in the fox hole
"leave my nose alone, please..."
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