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• Artiste: Skankin Pickle
• Titre: Smorgasborgnine
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Don't need to press no button, gotta walk right on in, And every cat and kitten here is-a wearin' a grin. Drinks are on the Tiki, eight foot ruler on the bar, Eats is in the icebox in the pickle jar. “Nothin' wrong at all!” witch doctor say-o! Vinyl's outta control ‘cause it's a king D.J-o. Music is a blarin' ana swirlin' ana rockin', Shit from away-out baby, so far out it's in! Inviting yourself to a party, Someplace no one knows. Gotta get in line for the smorgasborgnine, And be the last to go. And behind every door there's somethin' goin' down, And there's the slampit and the smoke out and the evil grinning clown. Freaks a-go-go, non-stop, ‘cause it's a bash jump From the roof into the pool, down and up, takin' the splash. Overturn the sofas, knocking over the chairs, And put the lampshade on your head because nobody cares. Fast strobelight flash and it pierce your brain, Yeah boy-o that's a when it hits ya, you're the last to remain. Inviting yourself to a party, Someplace no one knows. Gotta get in line for the smorgasborgnine, And be the last to go.