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Now the beach scene isn’t what it used to be:

No constellation at the belly but they got the machine

To make ‘em come off / come on. Come one, come all!

There’s a transformation of your station involved

Used to have to been born with it, now you take it to go

Meanwhile, the machinist keeps on raking the gold

Got sold the power struggle, purchase the peace

At the end y’all are too broke. You’re spent but you’re free

Here’s a new trick, Mr. Knox, Socks on Chicks! Chicks on Fox!

Put an egg to your grease hole if the color is green

Don’t even tell me you don’t like it; you have yet to see

The varietals of mount, conveyance, and steed

Tell you, that bacon don’t look rancid to me

Now flee from the Flit cloud: I get loud and spray spittle

Private Snafu picked the clap up in the middle

Of the Orient, brought it home to twist

Came back to what street? To think, I witnessed

I don’t do book reports. I don’t sort the wheat from the chaff

But I’ll discuss the topic of your ignorance if I’m asked

In fast-moving chastisements: your stature is slight

In years as in intellect, subjects you to plight

And hindrance should you want to walk among adults

You protest vociferously: not your fault

You’re like, «Who? I didn’t hear about the rhyme sheet!»

But come on kid, it ain’t that late yet, learn to read

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