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Look, I'm doin' you's a favor
This is a privilege right here to hear this man sing
He's got the voice of a baby angel
Hey
Turn the shit up! He said he can't hear it
Turn the shit up!
No, no, I can hear it
Look, this is my god damn artist
Da da da da
Look, he's makin' his own beat int here right now
Turn him up!
I can hear it
Turn the shit up!
Turn him up!
Gargoyles holding baskets of black kittens
With sharp bloody fangs and warm Christmas mittens
It's freezing outside, it's so cold that it stings
These are a few of my favorite tings
Get my joy cupped
And my balls licked
Underneath mistletoe
Oh, didn't I tell you he was beautiful?
You got it, man, you got the stuff, Frankie, man
Don't give 'em no more
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