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*** Boots to Ya' Momma ***
Lemmie put the boots to ya mama
You got the socket that fits my wrench
Buffy and Jody and Mister French
Your pipes got clogged so you called the Roto-Rooter
Sheriff Roscoe's smilin' cause he caught some crazy cooter
You gotta run uptown to flip that frown
Cap'n Kirk & Cap'n Crunch and the Socko horns pithy punch
Lay Dick Van Patten in sheets of satin
Pay heed to the clogs and doff them togs
The elves snuck in my cobbler's shop and busted me some treats
But the boots they left is not the kind that you puts on your feets
Our life was made for living, I believe in living phat
These boots ain't made for walkin' I can guarentee you that
There really ain't no need for you to go round feelin' taxed
It's just me, the boy, and our two droids and no questions asked
So sit on back, relax and listen to these beats
whilst I commence to perform my podiatrical feats
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