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Children on the streets using guns and knives Taking drugs and each other’s lives Killing each other using knives and forks And calling each other names like dork There’s people on the street getting diseases from monkeys Yeah that’s what I said, their getting diseases from monkeys Whys this happening, please, whose been touching these monkeys Leave these poor sick monkeys alone There sick, they’ve got problems enough as it is A man is lying on the street, some punk has chopped off his head And I’m the only one who stops to see if he’s dead, aaoohhh Turns out he’s dead That’s why I’m singing, Aaaaoooh what is wrong with the world today? What’s wrong with the world today, *mumbles* never said nothings wrong with it Uooo, what is wrong with the world today? Think about it, think about it, think, think about it Good cops get framed and put into a can And all the money that we’re making is going to the maaan What man, whose the man, when’s a man a man, why’s it so hard to be a man Am I a man? Yes, technically, yes… Oohh, come on, sont zootka they’re turning kids into slaves They’re turning kids into slaves just to make cheaper sneakers But what’s the real cost, ‘cause the sneakers don’t seem that much cheaper Why are we still paying so much for sneakers when you got little kid slaves making them What are your overheads? Well, at the end of your life, you are lucky if you die Sometimes I wonder why I would even try Why try I saw a man lying on the street half dead He had knives and forks sticking out of his leg He said, Ahh ahh ahh ahhhhhhhhwww Can somebody get the knife and fork out of my leg, please Ooh, could somebody please remove these cutleries from my knees Yeah yeeeahhh This is where we break it down This is where we break it down We’ll break it down What are they doing, their breaking it down What do they do, and now their keeping it funky Just having a funky jam and then we’re going to drop the beat And then we’ll bring it back *wails* Up Wah wah wah waaah! *Both go to town with the wailing* Then we’ll take it low Fading out, fading out We’re talking about the issues, but we’re keeping it funky We’re fading out, we’re just fading out Why they getting quiet, they’re just fading out *monkey noises* Stop touching that monkey

Hey there, Bret, I see you lookin’ down Don’t wanna see my little buddy there with a frown Just because I get more women then you, well, That’s only because they don’t know you like I do Sure, you’re wheat-y and kinda shy But some girl-y out there must be need-y for a wheat-y shy guy They want you as the needle when their rollin’ in the hay Just hear me out when I say Bret you’ve got it goin’ ahha-on The ladies get to know your sexuality When they get to know your personality I said Bret you’ve got it goin’ ahha-on Not in a gay way, just in a ‘hey mate’, I wanted to say that you’re looking okay mate Why can’t a heterosexual guy tell a heterosexual guy that he thinks his booty is fly? Help me out now Bret you’ve got it going ahha-on Bret: I got it goin’ on! Well that’s the conclusion that I’ve come to But that doesn’t mean that I want to bum you Bret you’ve got it goin’ ahha-on No doubt ‘bout it, we’d be gettin’ crazy, if one of us was lucky enough to be born a lady Oh! If one of us was a lady, yeah and I was your man, I was your man, Well sometimes it gets lonely when we’re touring and I ne-hee-heed a woman. Oah, I ne-heed a woman, little friend, Oooh you look good when I put a wig on you, when you’re sleepin’ and I put a wig on you, That’s right I lie down and put a wig on you. I put a wig on you and pretend you’re my ex-girlfriend. Or sometimes Winona Ryder. Oooh Oooh, Oooh Hooh Hooh. Bret: Oh, that’s enough, man! That’s enough. That was a weird song.

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