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• Artiste: Fight Like Apes
• Titre: Jake Summers
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Bought a present for my guy I bought him a pair of second-hand boots Those boots are white, not pink He liked to think That he wore them well. He took them to the park He wore them out, And played with the geese. Those geese were stupified When he turned around and cried; "That's not nice", he said. "That's not nice, what you did to me. "That's not nice", he said. "That's not nice, the way you treat me." And "I'm alright", he said. "I'm alright, it's always me, me." Ai! Ai! Ai! Hey! You! Watch your face! I got a pocket full of fists, you got a stupid face. Hey! You! Watch your face! You're like Kentucky Fried Chicken, but without the taste. Hey! You! Get soime grace! You know you're driving this daisy all over the place. Hey! You! You're takin' up space, and you're a fucking disappointment to the human race. And everybody knows... Summers Summers Summers Summers Summers' the man! He's got a California jacket and a fortified jan. He knows every face on the Isle of Man And then he took her to the states, And he started a band. He took her to a sushi bar in G.I. Jones And then he took a bit of Play-Doh, and he stook it up his nose. Summers Summers Summers Summers Summers Summers Summers Summers Summers Summers Summers Summers Summers Summers Summers Summers Summers is a man Jake Summers is a man! Jake Summers is the man! With his California jacket, And his rock and roll band. "That's not nice", he said. "That's not nice, what you did to me. "That's not nice", he said. "That's not nice, the way you treat me." And "I'm alright", he said. "I'm alright, it's always me, me." DIEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!! Hey! Sweetie, what's with your nose? Take the focus off, take off your clothes. Hey! Baby, what's with your smile? You know, he smiles like ham, And he tastes like bile! Hey! Baby, where's your chord, You know, your nightmare bungee-breaking whore! Hey! Baby, you're the bedroom king, Well I'm so sorry for breaking your ding-a-ling-a-ling! OH!