My friend, do not cast such aspersions around about surly's perversions When seeking deep meaning depends on your leaning With truth there are always two versions
The truth, it is said, has three sides There's your version, mine, and besides What I say is true Your side will pooh-pooh Somewhere inbetween truth resides
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When impulse is stirred up by goo
you're cooking a freudian stew
It all becomes icky
when soon you are sticky
I'd wash, 'cause it dries into glue
Use rubbers when dealing with glue
I know I am but what are you?
Hey, sometimes a pie
Is only a pie
So go hold your breath and turn blue
My friend, do not cast such aspersions
around about surly's perversions
When seeking deep meaning
depends on your leaning
With truth there are always two versions
The truth, it is said, has three sides
There's your version, mine, and besides
What I say is true
Your side will pooh-pooh
Somewhere inbetween truth resides
Your tissue of lies is a thong
so thin that it hides short nor long
So, fiddle dee dee
don't Rashomon me
In truth, I am right, you are wrong
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