Aching to pupate
Aching to pup-p-p-pate
Aching to pupate
Aching to pup-p-p-pate
Aching to pupate
Aching to pup-p-p-pate
Aching to pupate
Aching to pup-p-p-pate
Pu-pupate, pu pate,
Pu-pate, pu-pupate, pu pa-ate...

I should peddle b___erflies
There's a shortage in the city,
I'll stand on the street corner
All mysterious and giddy,
When the passers by pass by
I will open up my trenchcoat,
They will see the b___erflies
Dangling like fake rolexes...

Every morning I'll wake up
With a purpose and a smirk
I'll put on my fake moustache
I'll drink heineken, eat cornflakes...

Then I'll call my mum and dad
Tell them that I'm doing fine,
Or I'll write a tipsy letter
To a real good friend of mine,
Or I'll jump upon the bed
Waltzing madly with the broomstick
But before I leave the house
I will fill my lips with lipstick...

But peddling is a dirty sport
There's competition in the city,
Everyone is on a street corner
All mysterious and giddy.
Some are selling bags and shoes,
Some are selling books and gold,
I've been standing here for days
Not one b___erfly's been sold...

And how I'm
Aching to pupate
Aching to pup-p-p-pate
Aching to pupate
Aching to pup-p-p-pate
Aching to pupate
Aching to pup-p-p-pate
Aching to pupate
Aching to pup-p-p-pate
Pu-pupate, pupate,
Pupate, pu-pupate, pupate.

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