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The boy Smith's got lard for a tongue

He looks like a bum or a son or a punk

He's a basket case, he's a silent sodder

His face is odd, his voice is odder

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The boy Smith's called Saul a Scotch homo

Bald, insane, Satanical romo

He sings songs that dogs only hear

He's got a gun in his mouth and music in his ear

Yeah, Implement Yeah!

Yeah!

Yeah, Implement Yeah!

Yeah!