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- King Tutt's Terrible, Terrible Bell
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You terrible, terrible toenail
You have always sat on the end of my foot
You terrible, terrible toenail
Why can’t you go and visit King Tutt?
Of my ear, you are here, King Tutt!
I will sell you my butt
And you my knee, you are free
Free to bend, and end
My bell-end, this is paradise
Vibrating like fries in the chip-pan of the King
You know what kind of potato he eats
It’s the potato of the mutant thing
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