with a bucket full of crazy johnny climbed the mountain tall
he didn't stop to contemplate it didn't think at all
he dropped the bucket on his head
and then his face turned shades of red
he messed his mind up now he'll wind up
eating plaster off the wall
jenny was a slacker now and drool ran down her chin
she never stopped to contemplate just the shape she was in
she climbed upon the tabletop
started dancing and wouldn't stop
smoking grass up locked her ass up
doing twenty in the pen
igor was a mushroom growing far beneath the stoop
in the shadows he did thrive betwixt the doggie poop
he dreamt of singing on the stage
or showing skin like bettie page
but there's no demand fresh or canned
for a tranny shroom
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