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Have you met the Who-Gee Boo-Gee Man? He scammed fig leafs in the garden, And **** cloth in Ottoman.      outside-in, inside-out; upside-down, right-side up The Who-gee Boo-gee Man can cuss. He offers snake oil, spins a tale, So you feel smart, healthy and hale.      from top to bottom, bottom to top The Who-gee Boo-gee Man can't stop. He swrawls with a Sharpie pen.      right is left, left is wrong That's the Who-Gee Boo-Gee song. Consultation for now is free, No hidden added extra fees: You buy two, you get three.      north to south, east to west The Who-Gee Boo-Gee Man won't rest. I've heard his feet are cloven; The eyes are yellow, lips look swollen; He has two fingers, wears silk- woven. He sweats like water to the lowest level; He's quicker than the slyest devil, Selling hell, but we hear heaven; Doing so twenty-four seven. He photo-shops secret desires, Twists truth-tellers into liars; Artful, wily, scheming, subtle, The Who-Gee Boo-Gee's a hungry jackal.      *today is the day, yesterday's late,      tomorrow's a place that just won't wait* I met up with the Who-Gee Boo-Gee Man, Peddling apples from my jardain.
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Nov 20, 2018
Nov 20, 2018 at 10:26 AM UTC
The Who-Gee Boo-Gee Man
Have you met the Who-Gee Boo-Gee Man? He scammed fig leafs in the garden, And **** cloth in Ottoman.      outside-in, inside-out; upside-down, right-side up The Who-gee Boo-gee Man can cuss. He offers snake oil, spins a tale, So you feel smart, healthy and hale.      from top to bottom, bottom to top The Who-gee Boo-gee Man can't stop. He swrawls with a Sharpie pen.      right is left, left is wrong That's the Who-Gee Boo-Gee song. Consultation for now is free, No hidden added extra fees: You buy two, you get three.      north to south, east to west The Who-Gee Boo-Gee Man won't rest. I've heard his feet are cloven; The eyes are yellow, lips look swollen; He has two fingers, wears silk- woven. He sweats like water to the lowest level; He's quicker than the slyest devil, Selling hell, but we hear heaven; Doing so twenty-four seven. He photo-shops secret desires, Twists truth-tellers into liars; Artful, wily, scheming, subtle, The Who-Gee Boo-Gee's a hungry jackal.      *today is the day, yesterday's late,      tomorrow's a place that just won't wait* I met up with the Who-Gee Boo-Gee Man, Peddling apples from my jardain.
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Nov 20, 2018
Nov 20, 2018 at 10:26 AM UTC
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