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My adventures tell me that I'm living in a pretty screwed up place It's all an oversized rat race And everywhere there's catastrophe
Call me paranoid? Why don't you go and take a look out the window? There's evil out there, you should know I'm watching all the little kids see
All the stuff that they never should
(Buhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh) Mister Nutz don't feel too well And my career Has gone to hell
Gotta save the little ones from references to male genitalia And all the double entendres I'm fighting with my nuts and tail
Don't you go and laugh at me, gosh darn it, I'm a big superhero I'm trying to make it more clear, so I won't be the laughingstock in all of Woody Land, no
(Buhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh) Mister Nutz don't feel too well Why can't I win Or feel swell
There's a yeti who's mean Wanna knock off his bean By throwing all my nuts--shut up, I hear that all the time You deserve a fine Get that outta your mind Outta your mind Outta your miiiiiiiiiiind... MiiiiiiiiiiuuuuuuuuAH!
Leaky faucets, witches' broomsticks, Woody Land's the name of my hometown It's all so vile and lowdown And underground, the evil hits home
With dogs' bones
Might just go retire and get away from all these dumb little missions Hey, I see some eskimos fishin' Wait, are they only "warming their poles" Holy crap, no!
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