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On top of Mount Smokey,
all covered with string,
I took out my shotgun
and shot off his thing
I shot him with pleasure,
I shot him with pride,
I then shot his leg
and he suddenly died
I went to his funeral
some people cried,
I sat on his coffin
and more people died.
I opened his coffin,
he didn't look dead,
I took out a bazooka
and shot off his head