| Ben looks, across at, the girl that, lives next door
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| He’s a hedge pig, delicious, he knows that, she wants him more
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| Than Matthew and Peter, the tree worms, that built her house, in Brighton Beach,
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| with Russian creeps, that Ben found on the floor
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| Ben could say, anything, to make her happen
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| And Ben could drink, anything, to make her happen
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| He’s a prickly little porker, no he’s not a son of mine
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| He’s a dirty little secret, he’s a stickly little swine
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| You know he had it coming, from the day he borrowed bread
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| A toasty little trinket, he stole my girl instead
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| Sarah, sees Ben with, a snout full, of cigarettes
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| With knees weak, from envy, she casts out, her wishing net
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| Just a handful, of teaspoons, and thimbles, they turned his head
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| She had caught him by the prickled prune that summer never shed…
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| but she knew that…
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| Ben could swim, anything, to make her happen
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| And Ben could smoke anything, to make her happen
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| He’s a prickly little porker, no he’s not a son of mine
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| He’s a dirty little secret, he’s a stickly little swine
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| You know he had it coming, from the day he borrowed bread
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| A toasty little trinket, he stole my girl instead
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| Benjamin lives down the road, he is very hard to believe
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| Because he’s preciously metal, yes so he’s preciously special
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| And he’s talkin right to me!
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| Won’t you tell me? |
| Won’t you tell me? |
| Won’t you tell me straight you freak?!
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| Won’t you lease me your girl? |
| Won’t you lease me your girl? |
| I just money from
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| the Russian creeps, c’mon!
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| He’s a prickly little porker, no he’s not a son of mine
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| He’s a dirty little secret, he’s a stickly little swine
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| You know he had it coming, from the day he borrowed bread
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| He’s a toasty little trinket, he stole my girl instead |