super
super sonic
super
super sonic

i got my plastic combat boots
i got my lunch box rifle games
i got my toothpick motor skills
i got my freeze dried torcher cream

super
super sonic
super
super sonic

growing up in a pencil factory
christianity killed the cat
i don't owe nothing to doggie
doggie don't owe nothing to me

super
super sonic
super
super sonic

i got my private parking spot
i got my favorite story book
i got my plastic viking hat
i got a little dirty joke

super
super sonic
super
super sonic

french toast motor bike
will you take me home tonight?
you know i got nowhere else to go



Lyrics submitted by greenpurse


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