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Let me tell you 'bout a little story 'bout a man named me.
He's not a winner, not a victor, not a loser but, somewhere in between.
He once tried to sail away, using nothing but a soap on a rope. So it seemed...
he must've been crazy... but I don't even know what that means.

Do you ever wonder why there isnt anyone
to take out the garbage inside your head?
He could come every Tuesday.
You could leave your worries beside your bed.

If they'd let me I'd drive a big 'ol truck;
I'd throw away people's old fashioned thoughts.
I'd put them in a sack and then I'd throw em in back of the truck, and then...
I'd drive off.

So I guess my life is like a box of chocolate chip cookies.
If you leave me in milk too long I start...
to get soggy.

If the Keebler Elves could talk they'd say
they want to hire me.
I'd design the biggest cookie in the world,
and then they'd fire me.

If you leave your name and number
at the sound of the beep,
I'll try to get back to you
as soon as I can.

I'll try to get back
as soon as I possibly can.




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