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practice what ya preach, buddy

ittle baby Danny should fucken practice what he preaches You see when little baby Danny came to town He was determined to grow up and be an adult But in his first job he said to the boss, I don't like they way he is looking at me And after that he quits, the next job was group job Where everyone teased him and made him feel bad And in the evening he goes to his neighbours house and basically tells him to shut up He picked little Danny up and says to him Don't ever come here again. Cause if you do, I fucken kill ya And then he went to vinnies, to help the people there And that went alright untill two trouble makers came To his house and pulled him in the car and robbed all his savings You see if it was me, I would kick him like a kid and run on down the road But little baby Danny has his savings stolen Well you ain't getting me, no way, dudes Then he went to Samaritan house and his shoes were stolen And he yelled forever, hey dude alright Then he started to go to the drop in is where we actually met He was going around preaching to everyone saying get a job you retard Get a job you retard, he was doing that because people weren't inspiring him Except for me, and he wanted me to have a lot of good close friends And not worry about losers like him But I was happy to be cool with the party crowd Especially when I went partying with him I danced, and I was very cool, and all he did Is go for a late night walk through the UC Maybe he really liked me, and maybe he was too scared to say goodbye To me, cause I am in the cool crowd and he is in the loser crowd There's nothing about him that makes him like the cool crowd I took him to the Australia day concert, and I stayed there Even if I was looking up oddly, and feeling a bit weird But I still had fun, cause I am cool, and you can still be an adult and be cool He went home, saying he had anxiety issues, well his is, the spelling of loser I tried to keep him safe by having him over my house And cooking him a meal, the truth is, I am cool, but I believe in fonzies cool Have a job, explore the country and the world, and always have a smile on my face, because I live life to the full, while little baby Danny suffers through the pressures of life. Yes, now we aren't close anymore, and that suits me fine, yes little baby Danny Go and get a job you shy little retard.
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