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Take heed youngin' seed's When your early in age you laugh and you bleed Then you get to thirty Start getting bald. Then fourty Grey hair on your ball's, Then moving fifty Hair's all gone Hit sixty *** drive goes While your making TV dinners Eating sloppy joes. Seventy Which I have not hit yet. You myswell dig a grave And kiss your behind like he's your pet You might make ninety If you do Pull the plug Hide under a rug Let the mortician collect the dust From your bald head-+
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Nov 14, 2015
Nov 14, 2015 at 4:01 PM UTC
Pull the plug
Take heed youngin' seed's When your early in age you laugh and you bleed Then you get to thirty Start getting bald. Then fourty Grey hair on your ball's, Then moving fifty Hair's all gone Hit sixty *** drive goes While your making TV dinners Eating sloppy joes. Seventy Which I have not hit yet. You myswell dig a grave And kiss your behind like he's your pet You might make ninety If you do Pull the plug Hide under a rug Let the mortician collect the dust From your bald head-+
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Nov 14, 2015 at 4:01 PM UTC
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