Grind, grind, grind, grind, grind, grind, grind
Babababoom, I can bend in sixty eight ways
Babababoom, I have lived for twelve thousand days
I have twenty eight teeth inside of my head that grind three types of things and I'm sad that they're dead
Bababdum, Bababa, bababa, badaba
I can bend in sixty eight ways and I, I have lived for twelve thousand days
Twenty eight teeth inside of my head
Grind three types of things and I'm sad that theyre dead...
Grind, grind, grind, grind, grind, grind, grind
Babababoom, I can bend in sixty eight ways
Babababoom, I have lived for twelve thousand days
I have twenty eight teeth inside of my head that grind three types of things and I'm sad that they're dead
Bababdum, Bababa, bababa, badaba
I can bend in sixty eight ways and I, I have lived for twelve thousand days
Twenty eight teeth inside of my head
Grind three types of things and I'm sad that theyre dead...
Grind, grind, grind, grind, grind, grind, grind
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