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<\/p>\n

220128
\nGoodbye Silver Brick Road<\/p>\n

I’m a little bit fuzzy
\nGot thick fur outside
\nWhen there’s a full moon
\nI must secretly hide
\nI don’t have much worry – bud
\nSince I’ve been bit
\nI pee like a dog now
\nAnd sniff their shit
\nI used to wear silver, ha
\nBut now it brings woe
\nAnd it’s weird when the sun sets
\nThat my nails start to grow
\nThis curse is too much
\n‘Cause now I need flea shampoo
\nIf I bite your leg, I’ll give it to you
\nAnd you can turn at the full moon
\nAnd run with the packs
\nYou might get quite furry, and
\nLike Scooby snacks
\nWerewolves are maligned
\nWerewolves are maligned
\nThey are put down by words
\nBut they keep on howling
\nWhile their tails are curled<\/p>\n