Typhoon Mary,
can't you see fat piranhas out for thee
Out to get cha, but you got a canoo
that's leekin' blood, whatchu gonna do?
n' you're paddle broke Oh no. Oh yeah.
California,
I never surfed. Fuck L.A., for all it's worth.
There ain't no sinners, just blinds and mutes
gainin' turf. And fuck San Fran.
gimme that light, and that kerosene.
Mr. Sherman,
what have you done? smells like southern boys burning in the sun.
weather's better where there is no food.
And I'm gettin' hungry. Let's go to the Mac.
For a happy Meal. Oh what a deal. Oh what a steal.
oooooo
I watched Bonanza,
Groin' up. Never 'till the end, 'cause they talk too much.
The fat one's funny, and he never gets laid
just because he's fat. Gotta loose that weight,
with a milkshake. That belly shake. Oh yeah.
Hollywood,
I saw your films, the ones that sell, where there ain't no riddle.
The black one dies, usually in the middle
and the German's bad, n' the Jap's bad
and the Russian's worse, and the Arab's cursed.
Typhoon Mary,
you can swim now. To the other side, I'll show you how.
Nice to meet 'cha. My name's Farhana
I'm a Fat Piranha, Fat Piranha,
Fat Piranha. Oh Yeah, My my.
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