2 minutes 49 seconds| A play on words turns scatological humor into something mysterious.
Lyrics attract unsophisticated listeners to god-awful music, such as one hears with sing-songy, patty-cake nursery rhyme melodies that any idiot with an index finger can peck out on a thrift store Casio keyboard. Admittedly I have no talent for writing lyrics. It is probably for this reason that I often play my feeble vocals backwards, so to hide my palatable indifference to the words I utter.
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