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Last night I ate three chilli dogs,
Had a beer and hit the sack,
I was so full that my stomach hurt,
So I laid upon my back,
I was fat and happy and so content,
I never did suspect,
I'd dream I was a trendy shitbag in a discotheque.
Oh, I looked like David Bowie,
And I was dancin' with Madonna,
I could have left at any moment,
But I didn't even wanna.
I woke up in a cold sweat,
Put my hand upon my brow,
I must have got out all right,
But I don't remember how,
A dream like that is hard to shake,
A nightmare I won't soon forget,
I dreamed I was a trendy shitbag in a discotheque,
Oh I dreamed I was a trendy shitbag in a discotheque. (Stavro Arrgolus) |
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