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A riff on the popular arts and the song of the last 4 decades |
| Yippee ki yay ay yay yippee ki ay yay I'm along little dogie Yippy kie ay yay Yippee kie ay oh Is misfortune and all of my own Pin plucked and blistered om a tin-typed mustard pie Liars to the left of me Jokers to the right An she was singin An the train left the station with a bag of cocaine Somebody on the air and out there outside it's something Don't play to mess around you up shit Radio free pling plick phlit psss Vrrrrrrmmm buhp bhuhp buh Last to go Last to know out on the stones breaking muh bones dead to all tones prone to a cold We'll all get old I've been paroled On a day like today with the clouds rolled away All the birds and their tweets And the hop to a sweets With a happy refrain please just say it again A society which does not value culture or the arts is barbarian-After sociologist Emile Durkheim |